I want
The
Part
Of
You
That you
Refuse
To
Give

In her hair, she wears
The beauty of Polaris;
Luminous orbs adorn
Her celestial body.
A veil of nebulae on her face,
Fails to conceal her eyes;
Alive with catastrophic bursts;
Reminiscent of supernovae.
Alnilam, a glorious embellishment
Graces her neck;
Sun-like Centauri on her arm,
And Elysian complement
To her dress of quintessence and energy.

R. A. Tyndall

She is soft sweater fruit
waiting to bulge
and see blushing flesh be devoured by me
because I am starving.

Hungry as a zombie.
Hungrier than an army
of men who have not eaten
in nine to ten years.

I am famished,
longing for something
I thought had long since vanished.

That sparkle of sweet wine
ready to be picked
and licked straight from the vine
cause she is so **** fine.

I want to envelope her
in affection,
swallow her body with mine
guarding the treasure
that I find,
a mind
which seems to see me
with the same hunger.

Please please me
Stay as the waves steer away
The oceans turn to the horizon
Even God says that water isn't infinite
It is the beautiful iridescent nature of such epicure
Isn't it wonderful
That I can look at you
And say please please me
You need not remember
Just follow the shoreline
Where the boat rests on calmness
As a soothing sifting of sands speak to us