Someone said they had a word
For music of feeling, for longing
Sparse as the stripped light of youth
You are my bamboo grove
On a late afternoon, where I feel nothing
You are as a mouth struck opal
A divine surrender to infinity
Someone said they had a word
For longing, pure and simple
From the gulfs of crazy waves in rain
There is such stillness and movement
In my being, when I think of you
I believe your moist hands are
Like some indefinable South, some symbolic
Fragrance I cannot quite remember
Tangerine moisture and liquorish lush flavor
Some sensual spirituality for which
Invades my obscurity, like life to the artist
Like femininity to the protesting solitude
Of a monk, scholar, orator of surrealism
Someone said they had a word
For the breathless state of strange desire
Before sweetness, before thorns, before union.
Wuji Seshat 
this is thick with sensuality, the most captivating expressions, beautiful writing.
yes I always wanted to write erotic verse, but it turns out quite vague.
subtlety can be very sexy. Well done!