I want her

I want her
deep rich soulful
low,
screeching tender
highs.
I want her,
luscious curves
with the tone of warm autumn sunsets,
cool summer beaches.
I want her, steely voice ringing
with every fiber of being.
She needs me,
as I stroke her thigh,
hued with the rage of a dying summer day
or softly finger her neck
in the shades of a candle lit room
I need her
voice, myself mute.

[love art poetry ]