Audrey Hepburn

Here again poised in soft
flowing flesh.
Curves and liquid sex enfolded
in female form.

Sensuous as a plosive lullaby,
a looming butterfly,
a licking flame.
A liquid eye
of love and shame.

Black jelly stare,
open as desire.
Damp as a velvet kiss.
Every shivering hair is there,
awaiting times like this.

The eyebrows dilated
and beauty uncurled.
A smooth skin lick.
A pressure of finger tips.
A contraction in cool blow,
and close,
so ever close
to those lips.