Ice cold from the fridge I hold you
and my hunger rises with my desire
as your perfumed flesh
opens to me
I have need for discipline
while I peel you
disclosing what I crave.
If I give in quickly
my haste will spoil the feast you offer.
Instead I linger, gazing,
anticipating your sweet juices.
This poem is inspired by the Song of Songs in the bible.
This poem is the product of David H. Roche. It is private property. You are allowed only to look at it and form your own conclusions.
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