From the Depths of My Mind

2. Poetry: Untitled

A woman,

spread open,

reveals a small seed

that when watered

and tended

opens up

a portal

to her heart

that stimulates

the blood

and flushes the skin

causing her muscles

to contract

and her breathing

to become

labored

until she shudders

then stills

and you sit back,

and smile,

proud

that just the tip

of your finger

or tongue

can make her

come

so completely

undone