Sheba
Her lips, full and knowing,
hover near mine,
not touching, just teasing—
a promise carved from fire.
Her breath brushes my skin,
writing
a rhythm only she could create,
a language as ancient
as the stars in her eyes.
The way she moves,
soft and commanding,
pulls me into her gravity.
It’s not just desire;
it’s the way her essence
redefines beauty,
the way the heat between us
feels eternal.
About This Poem
Some women don’t just enter a room — they shift the atmosphere the moment they arrive.
This poem came from thinking about the kind of presence that feels ancient, powerful, and unforgettable. The kind of woman whose movement feels intentional, whose energy feels rooted in confidence rather than noise.
"Sheba" is about more than attraction. It’s about reverence — the quiet recognition of someone whose presence commands attention without asking for it.
There are moments when desire feels temporary.
And then there are moments when connection feels eternal.
This poem lives in that space — where admiration becomes memory, and memory becomes legend.
Continue the Journey
If this poem resonates with you, you may find yourself drawn into the letters inside
Blue: Love Letters to Fatima,
where emotion lingers, memory deepens, and love speaks in quiet moments.
Continue Exploring Love Notes
Love Poems | Heartbreak Poems | Healing Poems | Reflection Poems
Leave a comment