Worlds Away

what the nomad brought home

Oral Fixation

Your name caramelizes
Like sugar on my tongue,
And air ignites with the
Sweet fire of cinnamon
As I hear you pray the syllables of my own.
Tongue collecting secret salt,
Mouth parts to steal a bit of milk,
Smile stretches to expose the teasing teeth
That bite into sinewy flesh
As muscles stretch and bone holds firm.
Your careful hand extends
To claim a prize
Of dripping fruit
Inside a cavern of exquisite thrills
While just before me lies
Allure of choicest loin to satiate
The deepest reaches
Of humid hunger.
But vanilla fingers slide past instead
To skim a handful of savory nuts —
Then sigh escapes as
Hazelnut eyes beg,
And untamed waves of honey hair
That cover coconut delights
Spill over chest
And abdomen
And thighs
As cherry lips descend
To savor juice
Of melting meat.

August 16, 2008 - Posted by | Poetry, Sex | , , , , , , , , , ,

2 Comments »

  1. Sexaaay! Very,very sensual.

    Comment by zouxzoux | August 17, 2008 | Reply

  2. Thanks, I tried to see how many different foods I could work into this one!

    Comment by 20yearsfromnow | August 17, 2008 | Reply


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