Making of Love & The Rosary of Thong-Less Revelations

Among her rosary of thong-less revelations
She plotted the heist of emotional ambush
Unaware of the piercing(s) down below
She walked like a stiff formation of urgency
(thrust up her reveries of sensual intentions)

But it was the collections of her private jewels
The crimson clamps bulging with turquoise beads
That riveted her and her sterling boot spurs
They are vintage violets raw and robust leather
She heals her chakras one boot at a time

Bending and shape shifting her metallurgical trysts
She weaves her imagination like climactic orgasmic songs
Scribing with sensual fire like a poet’s tongue unleased
She infuses her canopy with uninhibited pleasures
Knowing the difference between the light of knowing
And the light of moon drifters kissing her skin

The lanterns are lit and her easel of passion unveiling
A master piece in the making of love
She is a rosary of thong-less revelations
A goddess ambushing her wild side
The artisan of her heart & soul
A mistress of her own desires
A fortress of her own creations

She is a Sundance Wife... I...

Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley