She was fierce,
like a wild wind
her eyes penetrated into the soul
and you were naked
before her
your heart exposed
as if the rays of sunshine have
watered it
with love

and yet
she was gentle,
her presence would sooth
even the most difficult ache
anxiety would flee
at the sight of her breath
and smile
that captivating smile
would make your lips
the sweetest nectar
you drank
yes the one she offered
when her breast
was leaning
against your chest


© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 2015)
Portrait by © Emma Uber


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