This poem, dedicated to Sasha "Peaches" Taylor, is soon
to be published in a "coffee table" book being released this
summer by the International Library of Poetry.

Can you see it when she looks at you?
Do you feel it as she stares into your eyes?
It is there in those dark sultry orbs
Searing your soul, can you hold back the cries?

A velvety tongue shrieking over dried lips
Feel her soft fingers trace over your skin
A saucy, lust ridden grin of wanton desire
Let her weave her magic, for to not would be a sin

Look, there, another flash behind veiled lids
Was that it there, glimmering in her eyes?
The pleasure washing away confusion
The veil falling away, defusing the disguise

Sounds of fullfillment permeating the air
Falling from her lips in unison with your own
A single slim smile tracing wet lips
The time has come to reap what has been sown

Her opening eyes locking upon yours
A distraught gasp of shock amoungst the sighs
Dare you stare her down as she sears into your soul?
Look away little one, before you are burned by the fire in her eyes