WISDOM

She was the first of all creation
With her, God made the world
He named the woman "wisdom,"
And in her arms I now am furled.

She sings her songs of mystery
With words that tease the mind,
Suggestive of some ecstasy
Erotic, yet divine.

She fiddles on my heart strings
And with her magic bow,
Sweet tunes contrived in heaven
From my heart and mind now flow.

The loquacious liquid from her lips,
Expands my feeble mind,
With each and every precious kiss
I reel as if from wine

And babble incoherent words
Unable to express,
The wonders I envision
When our lips are tightly pressed..... The Anointed.