She called in a descending mantric hum
Her misting hair brushed against my arm
I moved up close and heard her whisper “Come”
“Into my falling water’s mystic charm”
Her lipstick all around the cliffside pour
Hypnotically this woman’s secret smile
Opened up my heart’s psychic door
And called to me to bathe in love a while
Dappled with her splash behind descent
That she bathed me with in white attire
All around Her perfumed body scent
Filled my heart with nature’s feeling-fire
And as the pool framed her lovely face
Her lipstick-smile bestowed a women’s Grace