Poem Three in my "Through the Leaves" a Poetry Collection.
Domina
She lifts her skirt to reveal her essence.
No she is not an harlot.
She is very far from an whore.
Her firm and supple tenderness growing deep within the earth.
She is not an hussy.
She is far from poor.
DOMINA
Oh this very proud and prudent,
climactic action of dropping ones gaze from the head
down slow.
Slowly down as the rays of sun beam ever closer to
her glow.
She is far from simple.
She is nothing less than show.
DOMINA
We make believe.
or
She makes us to believe,
Her leaves are dressed for fashion
She lifts her skirt to reveal her essence.
In every sense our passion.
DOMINA

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