If beauty was power
you’d be a world leader
for the the eyes of time
play slowly on a man’s mind.
The warmth of attraction develops
like spring does into summer,
nights drawn out with clear starry skies.
Natures pipers whistle cooling tunes
upon skin heated by deep passion
A marching drummer behind an ivory cage
pounds a soulful rhythm
rivers of  blood conduct the flesh
persisting to allow ones feelings felt