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Tasty
by Rafika Anderson
You touch me golden
Stirring me gently
Sunkissed by your bronze glow skin
You dissolve all resistance within
Beaming beyond your flavorful smile
You serve your sleek and graceful body to me for a while
In a deep communion of fluid spirit
You are indeed the perfect fit
Rich in life and electric bright
You excite my sensual appetite
Scrumptious
you pour like pomegranate juice between my lips
You cover me with the melted sauce of your hips
An elusive, tangy nectar sip
A yummy, elegantly seasoned dip
You enter me like hot chocolate
Sprinkled with shavings of cinnamon
Your syrupy almond eyes simmer me, impeccably
Whipping me into an indulgence supreme
Lank and lean, you move across me like cream
With a tamarind taffy taste on my tongue
You pour over me like oozing dark rum
Shaping and rolling me sticky dough in your hand
I respond freely to your exceptional command
Stuffed and pumped to the peaks of paradise
Your delectable kisses melt my seething flesh like ice
Wrapped securely like fajitas between your luscious legs
I relish your honey-dripping gaze
And the vibrant dialog of our two souls
Enjoying a heated, sumptuous embrace
Fused minds and bodies become one taste
In a feast for the gods marinated at night
I dance for you the curried delight
A rare celebration earthy and fresh
Overwhelming our senses and blended flesh
To the rhythm of your savory, salty beat
I am effervescence at your feet
Grooving on the pungent spice of your heavenly scent
I sup the meal magnificent
Beneath the stellar display above
An organic, sweet, salsa dish of love
01/15/2006 Author's Note: from my "Breakfast with a Stranger" collection
Posted on 01/15/2006
Copyright © 2010 Rafika Anderson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/18/06 at 10:54 PM I'm shaken...(not stirred)....lovely piece. Makes me hungry...but, maybe not for food. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/08/06 at 09:11 AM ...mmmm, but you gotta quit it!, lovely lilt o' love, ahem, and lust, dare i say: tastefully written, great read...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/05/06 at 08:16 AM such a sensuous take on what is deemed to be possible, to describe in linguistic and metaphoric and allusive terms lovers in sheer tune with the music that they are composing and with such romp and tenderness so as to wake up the Gods with their frolicking as well as make them envy such ways that you describe in these words the goings on of human lovers. In other words Rafika, you have therein these paremeters created a marvel. |
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