THE WINE OF A WOMAN (by Roman Payne)
Ô, she came to my bed
and begged me with sighs
not to tempt her towards passion
nor actions unwise..
I told her I’d spare her
and kissed her closed eyes,
then unbraided her body
of its clothing disguise.
While our bodies were nude
bathed in candlelight fine
I devoured her mouth,
tender lips divine;
and I drank through her thighs
her feminine wine.
Ô, the wine of a woman
from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all
that a man can invent..
– Roman Payne (October, 2016, Marrakech)
