Dessert
Once again I’m dreaming of dessert.
His delicious lips part for another bite,
the candlelight flickers,
my thoughts are entirely dishonourable.
His tongue licks his delicious lips,
I want that tongue down below.
My thoughts are entirely dishonourable,
I need to calm down!
That tongue down below…
My heart starts to pound,
I really need to calm down!
Those biceps can lift me against the wall…
He grins, he knows what I’m thinking.
The candlelight flickers,
he asks for the cheque.
We hurry home to fulfill dreams of dessert.
Brittany Lehman
3 comments:
I sure wish I'd been in the room for the explication and comments on this one. Nicely turned, Brittany, from the initial line to the true matter of the poem. This poem might benefit for more wordplay, and maybe even some of the playfulness that good rhyme can bring... and maybe it needs to be a little longer? I think if you're going to write an Earl of Rochester-like, Donne-like sex poem, you should go wild.
Duly noted :P
This poem is steamy and makes me blush... and I like it! Although, I do agree with Marina, you should go for gold on the sex factor.
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