Watermelon And Honeydew Poem by Beach Leanbh

Watermelon lips part and land upon my own
While honeydew tongue dances unlike any I have known
Heightened senses recoiling each touch in celebration
And foggy thoughts float in blissful inebriation

Thy skin, a glittered tapestry. A canvas laid bare
Fixed for me. Set and ready. Consciously aware
I paint thy canvas with prescient lips
From delicate cheeks to supple hips

To taste thy soul, a palatable melody
To feel thy essence along thy body
I worship thy frame and pray to thy form
Kneeling before thy altar sweet and warm

Clasping each hand, pinned to the bed
Pulled close and tight, “come for me” was all she said