Taco Tuesday Poem by Kewayne Wadley

My lips opened beneath hers
Unaware of the rumble
Of hunger.
Hot to the touch
All stuffed in soft shell.
With the single goal
Of being digested
A stomach waits in hunger.
A piece of heaven wrapped
And soaked in the fold
Of a tongue, pink and covered
In the zest of life.
She tends to get handsy
A fiesta bowl inspired by the gathering
Of thighs.
Freshly seasoned,
The tip of my nose stuffed in
Soft tortilla.
Anticipation just a supreme taco
Away