You Were Meant To Be Savored Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I glide my fingers
over your velvet soft hair
as I admire your skin.

Gathering you in close
I inhale the scent of you
with anticipation.

Running my tongue along your groove
my mouth waters at the first
taste of your flesh.

Searching deeper
beads of nectar brush my lips
making my hunger grow.

Willing myself to slow down, to delight
in your gift, I try to catch your essence
before it drips down my chin.

pushing you into my mouth
I drink every droplet
that flows from you.

And when you have poured all you are into me
I will lick what is left
from my fingers

For you were made to be savored,
not simply devoured
my juicy peach.