Down your spine. Down your abdomen and time. I have tasted all of you. All of your truth and ambition, I have taken depths of your presence. My gods! You are beauty and refined sugar. You are tobacco and papaya leaves, beauty like fruit tress. My gods! You are like malt liquor and black and mild. Like that afghan kush. I have found rebellion in the ways your marinate your hips, I mean sway, I mean move. In the ways you fight for freedom. My gods! You are a golden globe winning actress with the face of a revolution. Kisses down your spine like spinal taps, I have found nirvana.