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 tart 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.