I’ll let you have a piece of me Take a bite out of supple flesh Sip my inner marrow Chew until you’ve developed a taste for me Until you sit back and smile with satisfaction Delighted in your feast Utterly sated by me
You’ve left me on the branch Passed up a taste Leaving me to Ripen Or rot But the brush of your fingertips Have awoken a raging need I’m a peach swaying in the breeze Begging someone to take a bite of me
Indelible mark Etched in fragile skin Deep enough to reach my heart Until the ink stains, impossible to wipe away And you are forever part of my skin’s tapestry
Too quiet A waiting Watching As pieces repair A mind reawakens Holding of tongues Finding of places Breaking out of the quiet spaces
It’s her full pouty lips I imagine them pursed Sucking at my skin At the hollow of my neck On my taut nipple By the dip of my navel Down to the curve of my hip I imagine returning the favor So she’ll develop a crush on me
The past becomes a murky mess When time and distance sweeps through The promise of passion Lures more than love could The echo of hand to flesh rings true And what I thought I needed Reduces down to simple things You relearning the contours of me.
Mirror Mirror On the wall Am I the fairest Can you see me at all? A late Boobday? Trying to figure out if I should do sinful Sunday? Enjoy it either way.
A siren in silhouette Waiting in perfect position For the touch of your fingertips along eager skin To be set into motion Made to move, moan at your command If only you come and wake the doll
I’m made for a refined palate The first sip may not be enough to decide But once you’ve had me I linger on your tongue And you always long for another taste
Come closer I’ll work my Christmas magic Seduce you with Dancing fingertips Eager mouth Willing body I’ll make you more than merry tonight