What magic touch hides in raven hair
that calls most tender need from within
while summoning to passion unchecked,
uncaring
to skin by fire burning?

What gift lurks in palest skin
calling out to furious hunger
while beckoning the heat, lustful,
demanding
like a siren's sweetest song?

What power lurks in those sweetest eyes
summoning up the depths of a gift
of muses ancient,
faded,
to find the words to express
love that rises up
to see the single, perfect print
left by passions flame
of a lover's bite