No smorgasbord can
hold the tantalizing
taste of you,
the fingered foods
of heated flesh,
split and devoured,
The tangy wine
of your sighs,
left to breathe over
my thirsty cupping
of your vessel
eagerly anticipating
a dinner for two,
as your tidbit of
pleasure is served
masticated, found firm...
and most desirable.
On fine silk linens,
you become my feast,
succulent and savory,
as I sample
what's to come,
sandwiched between
what is bred,
spread and
passionately led
to the dessert
known only to lovers,
whipped into a frenzy
of sweet nectar.
Lettuce enjoy
all the courses,
inter-mingled,
till you too
are filled,
and sated,
in ways you
have never seen
on menu have known.
A contest entry
- Create Desire (20th Contest) by Trixie08.
1000 points, ended June 10, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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