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
Beach Leanbh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watermelon-and-honeydew/
