she is lithe, like a panther
and has the intensity in her eyes to match
they twinkle with amber fire
she looks me in the eye
it sets me on fire
every time
i am inspired
by her singular power

she is powerful,
but not because she is aggressive,
but because she is strong in her own magnificence
she is exquisitely detailed:
from her tattoos to her tailored suit
because she can rock them both.

she can move.
she can run and jump
she can fight and win, though she never has to
she can press her body against mine and flow, snake, roll as one

she is superbly erotic

she has short dark hair
or perhaps long–but it is pulled back so it doesn’t interfere with her capoeira
she is undeniably feminine, but assertively masculine
because her presentation defies categories
sliding liquid between the stuffy precut places
like her hands slide down my back
and around me
holding me down
holding it down

the world is wrapped around her finger
her presence demands a singular attention
but her sights are only for me

and when she is just with me,
the toughness of her exterior appearance softens into a focused, passionate, yet peaceful center
she yields, gracing me with a touch gentle and soft
she is patient yet dedicated
to exploring me
and i her

she is comfortable
on weekends we both wake up and
every once is a while decide to do nothing
but enjoy being sexy in our pajamas
cuz she is
and i am
little bits of skin play hide and seek amongst the draped cotton
her skin is delicious brown
light latte, cinnamon spice, rich deep chocolate,
depending on the sun and the season
which only sets off all the more the blood-red glow of her full, soft lips
and the warmth that radiates from her defined muscles, her gently curved hips

we both know that the world asks us to present as forceful
but together, the force is organic
it is of being mutually compelled
by each other
to each other
to experience the energy of our entirety

to challenge each other
because she is relentlessly smart,
and unforgivably intelligent
we laugh because there’s
only ever five degrees of separation between
my puma
sneaks
and
michel
foucault

she is made for me
and i for her
compliments to
a perfect pairing

we walk together
footsteps in sync,
or in diverse harmony

we dance together
because
damn
how could i not want to dance with her?

we think together
develop ideas
push each other to extend our minds
to extend our practice
to extend our passion
into new places, new levels

and together
we are transcendent
energy,
perfected.