Neruda and black leather
an Orchid in your palm
blood orange exotica
an enlightened smile
deep and throaty - french
I caught you , or maybe you caught me - the art of seduction
we talked of Jesus and Jung
as the Sun bled into the night
"it doesn't get any better than this "
of roses and obsidian
those oracle eyes cutting the summer night
spilling mystic ink through my heart
she smiled as she kissed me
"it is written "
copyright 2013 Robin Christopher Amaral