I always bragged about

My thrill of conquest in women

Until I met her

Her oozed of raw energy

So over powering was her sensuality

If she was aware

She didn't display it

She layered herself 

With deceptive simplicity

I came across her virtually

It was not merely her words

Weaving rites of passion

But her curvaceous photographic odyssey

Ignited a ruthless desire in me

To possess her

The heady combination of intellectual sexuality

I drank every image she portrayed 

Imprinting her in my fantasy

I knew

She was a flaming illusion

An eternal illustration of an artist

Whom I can never achieve.

©LR