She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard  for his
release and it only
took her mind.

I still see you in that piquant dress;
Still contemplating wonder, in excess.
I admit, 'You're my incarnated outguess
Spared for me, through God's ambience .

Have you dissected my mind before?
That you know the unmeasured chore,
Of love and care to burbly outpour;
Then, to hug and ideate kissing me 'Hello'?

I see you like a bloom, My Inevitable.
In that dress, pink in color, indescribable.
Like a sun, flaring love into a barbecue.
A beaming manse with no room for blue.

I see the shape of your pluperfect smile,
Holding my breath, and I am thinking senile.
Posing my dreams, once thought juvenile.
In my head, Love, shall I see you for a while.

for years
i’ve been eating
without tasting