Ambrosia
Your eyes close ...
mine, stay open ... bewitched.
My lips move soft along your cheek -
a sublime dermal journey
from nape to mouth ...
I brush yours with mine, as if miming a sigh,
and they part ... slowly ... sweetly.
I pull back, slightly, then press again, tender,
our lips ... fit, perfectly,
(the way my fingers fill the spaces in yours -
the way our bodies merge,
like buttery heaven).
Tongues, touch and dance ...
twisting, loving, playing ... exploring.
I taste, then tickle your teeth,
running my tip along their clean smoothness,
as a stick atop a white picket fence,
(or fingers across piano keys),
seeking every corner ... every flavor.
I savor each delectable nuance that
your pretty cheeks hide -
the wonderment of saucy spices
guarded by that dazzled smile ...
for me alone.
Craving, you share the tang of mine -
remnants of your nectar still clinging like honey.
All mixes and swirls
with our sugary tongues -
a delicious delight, a few stray strands
of your platinum herbal tresses,
caught between.
Relenting to my fantasies
and the electric sensations that
flood my core, our mouths devouring, hot,
my eyes finally close ...
and I plunge your depths ...
Lost ... in you ...
in our HUNGER.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (21) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Pick F, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Is The Answer" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 21, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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