Her scent and taste
Arouse primal passion
A Hunger in the depths of the soul
I need to feed
I am famished
And she
Is a delectable treat,
A taste
To be savored slowly
Her skin on my lips
Is delicious
It becomes
Honey and salt
My tongue
is titillated
I eat slowly
Like a man who is starved
I will devour her
Completely
Savoring
Every mouthful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely piece dedicated to a woman. (Thanks for reading my stuff.) Regards Sally