She came with a glass.

She came with a glass.

Starting quietly on her neck,

her bouquet scent drifted,

building intensity to.... 

the depth and length

as her body unrolled 

revealing herself of personified beauty,

naked.

While the boundaries were

firmly, adequately marked;

there's complexity to burn 

on her playing fields,

even a taste of honey.

Each thrust was an array 

of gooseberry and guava flavours,

her package neatly tied

by a no-nonsense acidity.

While tropical nuances lit the backdrop,

the spectrum of fireworks finished

with a snap, crackle, pop burst

of cleansing acidity.

Her savoury bite added

texture to my lips;

the result of skin contact.... perhaps!

I pressed on, achieving the impossible

only to hop into bed and...

snuggle under the covers.

She was red, sparkling.

Her name was Shiraz.

Reviews

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Hahahaha. Phew! Very erotic! R18+ on this one!

This is a very inventive piece. It took me to the final line to work out just what you were poetically describing. The suspense was well maintained all throughout. Perhaps not being a drinker told against me here!

An excellent poem, Andrew. I am sure she tastes so good!

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks doodley I'm glad I reached the final line too!

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description my friend.
"Her savoury bite added
texture to my lips;
the result of skin contact.... perhaps!"
You create temptation and good tale. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Sorry I missed your comments John. Many belated thank yous.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.