Fruits of our delight

So thrilling our reunions, boundless in creative energy;
love and nourishment, fruit, ice and .....me.
I know, as I dress what will transpire,
I notice that giddy rush as I'm overcome with desire.

Attracting your attention, on this path of least resistance
appetite evident in your eyes, in every moment I feel your presence. 
You will go down a treat, on this opening night 
I offer you a feast, your senses teased,  oral delight.

Sticky sweet juices, dripping caught by a tongue
savoured with every salacious release.
Its hot, the ice, on sensation I'm high
so n-ice, slowly sliding up an inner thigh, sensual kinesis. 

Ah, the final course, the sweet,  overflowing with lashings of Joy.
and, after a pause,  those  earlier lost inhibitions return, exposed, I'm a little coy,
for with total abandon, we have relished in the deliciousness of our amore,
yet we  always part left  hungry for more.

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

this is a sultry speaker, wild with pangs of desirous thirst. thank you for sharing such exquisite intimacy and carnal lust with this site. "lashings of joy" abound to you always, and your speaker too! yeah, baby!

[. serah .]

. what an exquisite piece of poetry, dear one ... utterly exotic ... like a delicacy ... superbly written ... you are one helluva poet ... one helluva human being ... the way you celebrate life's precious moments is absolutely inspiring ...

[Gurdeep...The Lost<>]

nice...imagery, dear victoria...:-)