You come towards me in the dusk,
Reduced to scents and shadows.
As your robe falls to the floor,
The air crackles and melts
The soft curve of your belly rises
Like a new moon from the ocean;
While candle light dances in rivulets
Across your breasts
Reaching my trembling body,
You flood my thirsty ears
With your feverish whispers.
Then bending down, you
Fart
and fall over laughing.
Paul Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arrival-of-the-queen-of-sheba/
