BUDDHA CALL

Goddess

pleasure giver,

sunshine smiles,

luscious kisses,

sweet peaches

he likes you topples.

Simple mortal

together with you

his arms become three branches

octopus fingers

electric shock charges

his tongue

a road runner traveling

in slow motion

like a drip of water

traveling your body.

Together

the hours evaporate like mist

together,

 the infinite ecstasy

when she the goddess

assume the mantis position

not to pray

no to hunt

just to devour his flesh.

His reaction

an eruption of pleasure

his hands reaching to the sky

his legs, like magnets rooted to the ground

going insane from her touch

from her strawberry lips

biting him gently

and he wants to scream

but her sky blue eyes

calms him down.

If  love is a religion

and lovers,

followers

then, this poem

has nothing to do with Buddhism

with religion at all

but, with sharing the most intimate moments

in the glory,

in the freedom,

of two lovers

sharing their passion.

Yes

here in America

they name it

Booty call.