‘Laced with purple shades and hues
the rich, the dark, the juxtaposed.
The texture, the smell, the pheromones…
She, herself, her sex composed
of warm rich odours and earthly scent.
One breath exhales such masked intent
at once with overt purpose bold
yet underneath such mystery, behold,
a delicate thread where stories are told
in subliminal looks and lingering stares.
Drenched in desires and intimate folds
ignited flames though smouldering cold
with skin of ice so tightly clenched
the heat and burning of love unquenched.
Dichotomy of what is and what can be
the chance to make real this fantasy…
She is both blatant and understated
the choice lies with the initiated
to pursue the subtle hints of heaven.
Roundness, smoothness, the moist of her, then…
laced with purple shades and hues
the rich, the dark, the juxtaposed.
The scent, the smell, the pheromones…
She, herself, her sex composed.’
Ajanta Judd Writing and Photography 