Feast
by Ted L Glines
Love like a salad
full of tasty delights
with all of the dressing undressed.
You are my entree
lovely gourmet tasting,
in your menu I feel so blessed.
All things that I do
bring me hungry to you,
to sup at your loving table.
I will pull up a chair
count on me being there,
as long as this body is able.
To dine on your lips
and savor your flavors,
the stuff which makes my love soar.
While this banquet of love
is such a rich feast,
there is always a craving for more.
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