One clear bowl to hold her soul
Hand mix slowly is your goal
On close eve's hear 'her' goal
Her need might be hot as coal
Cup in hand now hot spice aid
And never mix before was said
Another long spoon neatly laid
One big hand full attention paid
On the topic of all heat discreet
Her hotness regulated by both feet
Thigh to rub as often as she need
Mouth to taste when over sweet
On the salt side pinch go slow
Her recipe takes patience to know
Ear closer for her secrets snow
Your trust also through time bestow
Legs stand firm now while you soon
Tied those whispers to the moon
Around you now the only spoon
Her soft pinch kept for noon
Waist will gather love you give
Naked truths she pour to live
And later when too hot to give
Warm it down your patient sift
Arno Le Roux 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem