The petals of indigo open slowly around the lotus
That measures a woman’s release and numbered eight
Those are levels of orgasm when one remains focused
As blue fire, the hottest part of the flame traces fate
Of the flame touching the cool petals of white
To stimulate them to corporal attention.
All are arched in ecstasy for a moment’s night
Enticing the purple flame with raw emotion.
The anticipation really is a turn on
The energy rising up my spine
Creating a fiery, steamy bond
That occupies libido to the mind ….
There you have it
There it is
And so it goes…