You look so inviting
Like you ripened and fell out of an oil painting.
Begging me to taste you at times
and at others,
just taking a nap.
and when I finally gather strength enough to
rip your skin
you sting my lips and tongue, shouting, "for shame!"
that I may enjoy such yellow red and golden sunset-in-my-mouth without thanking the Lord and Savior our God.
and if you don't mind rubbing carpet on your tongue
then you can taste it's juices too
and let it dribble down your tongue
and get your best friend to lick it off.
Slimy, ripe, radioactive
bulging preganant so everyone knows to
wish it "congratulations"
and so arrogantly
giving off the fondest scent.
How many others have you given such painfully dripping wet pleasure?
that stings and wrinkles my nose and makes me crave you all the more??
I'll put you in my bubble bath.
so that when my love kisses my neck
he'll smell your gentle scent,
the roughness of my skin.