When she stepped out of the shower
In pale wet skin
And splendor

She wore water like a queenly robe
Dripping breasts 
Made of gold and treasure

Such beauty deserved 
To be inscribed
Something no man should forget

In case I couldn’t memorize the bite of her
Kiss
The trembling release of her depth 

In case I might forget the flavor of  her
Cries
The  excited rasp of her  breath 

I needed a photo of that naked pout
A vision 
Never to forget

“Don’t take my picture,” 
She warned me 
In ferocious warrior tongue
Daughter of Nordic barbarians
Beauty unlike anyone

What did she think I would do 
With the image she might surrender?

Sell it to the highest bidder 
For thirty pieces of silver?

Send it to perverts and sex addicts
Specialists in self-pleasure?

Post it on church walls
So celibates might be tempted?

Raise it upon a flag
For an entire nation to be offended?

“Don’t take my picture,” 
She warned me
In ferocious warrior tongue
Daughter of Nordic barbarians
Beauty unlike anyone

But I defied her fierce instruction
Spit from heroic luscious lips

Picture snapped
In a flash

Naked beauty captured
At last

And

Never saw that warrior again.