Fruits of our delightA Poem by victoria
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.
© 2012 victoria
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Last Updated on April 22, 2012