I remember…

the taste of you,

my delight, my pleasure, my treat.

I am nourished with your essence,
your substance,
your breath.

I devour you,
my oozing, candy apple caramel.
I suck on you, fiery liquid,
pour, rain on me.
I drink you.

Come for me.

As memory serves,
honey in my mouth,
an unbearable, salty sweetness.

Your moans, a symphony for my ears.
I imbibe, my addiction.
Your warm breath,
like melting brown sugar in my mouth.

Take me there…
your heavily lidded eyes, dark circles, crooked smile and jet black hair,

your soft skin, so pale,
like white velour caressing my skin.

Wait, but your smell…

Iʼm in my private heaven.
An exquisite, musky melody,
this man, my God, Iʼm high.
Iʼm out of this world.

To taste you…
your kiss, like warm vanilla,
as savory a thing as creation can serve.

To taste you,
all of you…

Iʼm drunk, lost in your flavor,
dizzy,
I donʼt want to come down.

My idol, to have you,
your skin on mine,
I savor every morsel.

I consume you,
head to toe.