23-year-old Naomi undulates to primal rhythms
Sinewy grace liquefying into the beat's dark honey
Her whispers lick your earlobe like Kalahari winds
Hips carving constellations only fire can read
Spotlights drown in her collarbone's champagne glow
When electric eyes lock yours in the storm's eye
One fleeting glance. A thousand heartbeats set ablaze
Taste the forbidden nectar dripping from her spine
Dare let this thorned goddess from the veldt
Brand her desert rose signature on your pulse?