A Clear Pallet

Black ivory
Skin of oil slick
Bulging white cornea
Panther satin
A woman of dark
Sex appeal
I rolled down
Her body

I'm dripping
White snow from
The storm
Of my being
There is a squeak
As she steps
Through my snow flakes
Vinal in the snow

I've entered her
There is no more beyond
There is nothing before
There is no more time
There is just lust
Of the moment
There is just death
And I close my eyes