The day you come knocking at my door
Anxious. Excited. Tensed.
As his hands cupped my face,
All I could think of
Was the warmth of his breath
Egyptian Goddess at his wrists
The lingering musk, soft and seductive,
She was not someone to leave.
She walked in to calm those frayed nerves
To infuse their worlds with her gentle spirit.
She poured herself out for them to stir in their liquor cups.