Avatar of sensuality

She was extraordinarily beautiful

Her long, lustrous wavy tresess

Were scattered 

Like countless serpents

The contours of her mahogany flesh

Paled the shade of twilight

I watched her silently

As she lay nude coiled

In my dream of desires

I waited with baited breath

For her to embrace me

In her natural elements

But she never turned around

She knew

I was waiting 

For her enigma to unfold

But she preferred

To be encased in the avatar of sensuality.

©LR