Rising from the
womb of the Earth
something is being
stirred inside me.
Could there be anything
more sensually satisfying
than a stew
laced with the
romance of
crushed roses?
Slowly, wrapping
around my tongue,
savouring each bite,
I feast with each nibble
peppered heat
spiced with the
woody caress
of cinnamon;
An invitation
to pause in
pleasure
Soft apricots
pulsing with
sweet nectar
explode with
the essence of
The Goddess
sending a wave
of warm bliss
into the cauldron
of my belly.
Satiated,
tasting the
last kiss of
Summers rich
harvest, I rest.