Before me she lies; a living tender feast
Her limbs yield like cream on a platter of sheets,
I want to consume her flesh like caviar,
In small greedy bites from a spoon made of bone
So every inch of her body knows it’s never alone
Subtle **** raspberries cresting pale colored peach
The flat plane of her stomach an endless stretch of beach
A thin sheen of honey clings to her limbs
Spreading and gathering from my touch, on a whim
Here lies my passion, she whispers to me but the truth cannot lie so easily;
It spreads simple & sweet, unassuming & neat;
Marmalade yielding in a luxe sea of heat
Hence I remember, lest I forget,
it was her smile that caught me,
her smile that sought me,
and her smile that taught me to love.