My mind spills into my hands
as poetic contemplation approaches me.
Eyes open,
I look down at my palms to see that I am thinking.
Enigmatic happenings such as this 
are what carry me to the door of inspiration.
Awakened by the verbs, adjectives, nouns and pronouns
that invade the psyche of a once sleeping soul.
Expressively I relay my message…
…Summers lovely breeze blows thought of you
gently across my ebony toned skin.
Avidly I inhale you,
allowing your essence to experience 
all that is inside me and my heart.
Get to know what is now a tenable proportion of your existence,
while filling my pours with an untainted fragrance 
called Love’s Perfume.
Please Boo,
Sweeten my body with you!