Alison Cassidy - A Tasty Morsel

I rest my cheek upon your freckled thigh
and smell the salty softness of your skin.
I hear you grunt, asleep and musty warm
enjoying softness of oblivion.

I take you in my mouth, all dormouse curled
taste each curly lettuce nook and cranny.
I play you sotte voce like a flute -
you rise in a half hearted sort of way.

How sweet it is to let my senses ride,
to pause, to take my time and feast my eyes.
When morrow comes you’ll rise and shine again -
For now, let me enjoy the tenderness.

Alison Cassidy

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