Blooming
at His feet
she becomes.
she is the wish
brave men dare not speak.
the deepest desire
of an aching soul.
her skin a kiss of silk;
her flesh the creamy soft
ivory paths of longing.
her jewels her cool,
flashing emerald eyes.
her furs her tousled,
tumbling sunset curls.
complete in her bare
vulnerability
before the Master of her soul;
the woman blooms.