The Taste of Love
Gentle upon my lips...
So warm and yielding;
Anticipation heightens,
My passions unconcealing.
Drinking in the moment,
The heat, the smell, the taste!
My longing a fevered pitch;
I mustn't let a drop go to waste.
My tongue rolls and plays...
The sensation leaves me breathless!
Who knew love could be this sweet?
Between me and bacon wrapped asparagus.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
