Her Body

Nowhere else in nature do forms contour
So comely a body, so lithe a line
As cradles the flesh, the pulsing allure
Of this undressed siren, mistress of mine.

No mellow tomato, weighing the vine
With its bloodred nectar, ever could spill
As juicy a suck or unmixed a wine
As drips from this nymph, kiss where I will.

More pungent than ginger, distinct than dill,
The spiciest oil to seep from a pore
Peppers the lust and seasons the thrill
That heats the body my body is for.

Oasis of sweat! when skins and scents mesh,
Which is the sense possessed by this flesh?