"It's funny,
when our eyes touch,
it floors me."

I peel back your skin
then I press my tongue
against the folds of your flesh
juices flow endlessly into my mouth
your flavors my soul savors as I skillfully finesse
my tongue, fingers and teeth in the depths of your crevasse
immersed in your sweet nectar, the scent stains my breathe
with a scent that is so unique, I can't wait to taste the rest.

Fingers smooth like lace,
placed in between her space,
her lips glazed with her nectar,
taste like cloves and honey,
laced with her amazing grace,
not a single drop goes to waste.

My
senses
sense'd you
as soon as you
walk'd into the room.

My
attention
was consum'd
Ever since then
all I can think of is you.

As I reflect
I regret
That the scars won’t
Let me forget;
You.

I have good taste
Therefore
I crave you.