Friday, August 14, 2009

TASTY

There it stands,
Waiting for me,
It calls my name.
Beckons me closer.

I touch it,
Hold it,
Turn it around...

I take a bite,
Roll it around,
I chew it,
With each motion,
I savor it.

I lick my lips,
Mourn in pleasure,
The saliva rolls down my lips,
The sounds of pleasure,
Escape my lips.

©thelma migue, 2009

2 comments:

  1. whatever you want it to be....whatever your mind perceives "it" to be......

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