I could fight you in your
Brightest limelight.
Share a moment
In this,
Your citrus hour.
A sour note
Placed mischievously upon
Your saccharin pout of ages.
You’ve got lushness
A fleshy
Ripe
Thought
For the picking
For my picking.
That I've picked.
I've simply wrestled with the thought
Of your thick,
Slick
Sensuous
Mind.
To unpeel you,
To unearth you
To
Devour
You.
Could satiate
Satisfy
And
Justify
These writhing, interminable
Juicy
Little thoughts of you.
And, shh…quiet you are.
And ooh…delicious
And mysterious
In your silence.
I feel ravenous to the thought.
I could fight you in your
Brightest limelight
Just to rip you apart,
And taste a piece of your beautiful,
Precocious
Flowing
Wonder.
But shh…I’m silent too.
And ooh…a little tart.
But for always,
I carry these forks
Knives,
And spoons.
In some tiny ripened dream
Of someday
Tasting
You.
Brightest limelight.
Share a moment
In this,
Your citrus hour.
A sour note
Placed mischievously upon
Your saccharin pout of ages.
You’ve got lushness
A fleshy
Ripe
Thought
For the picking
For my picking.
That I've picked.
I've simply wrestled with the thought
Of your thick,
Slick
Sensuous
Mind.
To unpeel you,
To unearth you
To
Devour
You.
Could satiate
Satisfy
And
Justify
These writhing, interminable
Juicy
Little thoughts of you.
And, shh…quiet you are.
And ooh…delicious
And mysterious
In your silence.
I feel ravenous to the thought.
I could fight you in your
Brightest limelight
Just to rip you apart,
And taste a piece of your beautiful,
Precocious
Flowing
Wonder.
But shh…I’m silent too.
And ooh…a little tart.
But for always,
I carry these forks
Knives,
And spoons.
In some tiny ripened dream
Of someday
Tasting
You.
