moist folds,
pink origami,
a woman's blossom,
deflowered.

hot as hibachi,
my fingers burn,
with exquisite flavors,
tasted.

wanting more,
of what she has to give,
a veritable buffet,
sights and flavors.

salty and sweet,
tastebuds titillated,
all natural,
umami.

then bodies,
tangle and fold,
in living sculpture,
origami