The Beckoning Smile

David Bowie: Cat People

The beauty of
Her beckoning smile
That lingers
While
Her garden
Cries luscious ripe
Eyes dance
Consuming life
While moist lips burn
And wait
For one to taste
The succulent juice
In the subtle drip
While
Gentle mounds
Ache for a soft circling touch
Caress
To draw the life
That beckons beneath
While
Traces
Smooth sweltering
Lead to
The soft path
Gentle trace
To view
The secret flower
Pressing bud
Soft silken petals
Longing to delight
In the gentle touch
And caress
Along the sides
Silken heat builds
And disguises
The longing rosebud
Circling caress
Coaxing touch
Aching for
The explosive release
Of the bloom
Eyes close
Heads frozen arch
While on her face
Remains
The beauty of
Her beckoning smile
That lingers