If Music be the Food of Love, Play On...
An Inverse Poem
I want to devour you whole.
You are simply stunning!
Your delicate sugar snaps in the air.
Ohhhh, I melt.
A Tango with tang!
A lift. A flick. Crisp!
Sliced.
Sweet and light.
Shiny with bite.
Decadence incarnate...
Smooth and sumptuous.
Your pale, golden flesh..
In a lemon yellow dress.
Such sugar-coated highs.
*sighs*
Should be illegal.
Sic.
Devilish.
I inhale you and linger in each breath.
Tongue hanging out.
Rhythms stirring, your delicate Sorrento fragrance drifting through the mix.
Masterful.
Each flourish...
Moreish. AMORE!!
A hungry dance of lust.
You... Me...
Our own recipe.
All the juicy ingredients within.
Folding, entwining, taste-filled twists.
Sleeves rolled up, fluidity in the wrists.
Dusting the boards with the lightest touch.
Gentle. Oh, so gentle.
Ah!
A lift, and a spin.
Icing.
On the cake.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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