On his table is a cup,
filled with a need,
to caress her receptacle,
of weights and measures,
without such
the sweetness of her soul,
he could not know.
His own hands mix sugar and flour,
vanilla, and longing.
His mind must be precise,
Or her lines may flow out,
to a flavorless poem,
a definite defeat of taste.
The lemon cake she likes,
smooth dark frosting,
rich with butter.
His mind needs more than tablespoons,
Of sugar and flour, cups of it,
Mixed with a pinch,
Of a sweet sultry gaze,
Sifting through his lover’s day.
Till with his hand he cups her chin,
And turns again,
to mix her mouth with his.
This woman is his table,
And he the cup.

My love was nothing
But a dream of dreams
That flowed through your hair
Under bright blue skies,
That warmed your face,
And in your eyes,
I could count an infinite list
Of our loves souvenirs

Our future and past reeked of our sweat
Now a cool mourning mist
on old wrinkled hands
Our carpets crushed in defeat
Paths worn through threads
Of our imaginary lands.

Our ceiling of love bowed to our life
heavy with moonbeams
and our child’s cries.
our finest china sang with delight
While our kitchen quaked,
with sudden desire.

The garments of our home,
were miraculous threads,
Stained with our song and light,
And while we embraced in sleep,
my love did lie awake, yet dreaming.
my love for you,
was a living thing.

I would sail the seas
of sudden sorrow,
If only...
To have you for my own.
So silky soft and clear.
I would shape and shift
your need for me,
While I coil and uncoil
Your long soft hair.
I would kiss you,
Unaware.

What is it you would like to do she said?
Please listen close I returned…

I would like to ravish your body and mind,
submerging myself in their depths,
It would titillate me,
With fresh thoughts of you,
while I bask in your sharp intellect.

I would tickle your toes with my tongue,
And gaze on your face in the sun,
To feel your soft lips upon mine,
And laugh as my breath breaths you in,
Your sweet mouth would be so exquisite to me
As if flavored with berries and wine.

Is there more she said with a flush?
Oh much more I gasped in a rush!

I would give you a candlelight bath,
In water soft scented with spice,
I would sit next you,
Inhaling your dew,
All warm in your wonderful light.

I would taste the backs of your knees,
And all other spots that you please,
I would peacefully sleep,
wrapped up within you,
And wake with you wrapped up in me.

Well she exclaimed, please do continue.
My pleasure, my love, I replied.

I would whisper my longing desire,
while caressing your graceful neckline,
And with the softest of touch,
Enjoying it much,
I would kiss your most lovely behind.

I would wander the depths of your eyes,
While I gasp in continued surprise,
At the one thing I know
As I lounged in your glow
Is that I’ll love you for all of my life.

Well then she says,
What are we waiting for!
Let’s start the bath!
And me?
Well,
I’ll just be,
Her little rubber ducky!