My Sapphic fire burns only for my dragon’s heart,
my weakness and strength, her femininity
and the silken caress of her velvet skin
in a good night kiss.
The satin love that flows from her very breath
leaves me yearning whenever I see her smile
as I hold her, pulling her closer to me
and feel her sweet love.
I can’t be sated by masculinity
when the rise of silk and lace on her pale breast
leaves me undone and wanting her tender love
in my Sapphic heart
©JG Farmer 2010
Form: Sapphic Stanza