Inhale

I want to inhale you
Sweet, sexy brown sugar, sticky maple syrup...
You don't know the things you do to me.
Being near you sets each and every atom
Of my composition a-blaze.
They dance around in my burning desire
Until they float up, up, and away
Like the bubbles in my champagne.
If I had any doubts about you
Ruling my world,
The confirmation comes effortlessly
As every inch of me stands at attention
With the mere thought of your
thick-lipped kiss.

I want to inhale you...
You smell so damn good
Every time you greet me at the door
And wrap me up in your strong brown frame.
You make me feel like love and lust,
Like comfort and trust...
So good, I want to reward you
For all your late-night, mid-day, any-ole-time
Journeys down south.
A tingle crawls up my spine
With the thought of your talented mouth...

Please, don't EVER change!

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This literally oozes heat and passion. The words not only smoke, but they flow easily off the tongue as well. A terriffic job, Poetess!