pulsating honey pot

to say that

she 'felt alive again'

would be

an understatement

it's as if

there are arms on

the inside,

reaching heavenward

through her thighs, 

with silent 'hallelujahs'

at their fingertips

beehives in her breasts

buzzing with a nectar

no tongue had ever tasted

and

in the middle of her forest

birds chirped

in blissful tones....

as if they had just

heard their melodies

for the very first time

it was a modern miracle, 

an unobtainable tale 

for non-believers,

a willing resurrection

where

there had never been death