Gorge myself on you

Gorge myself on you (24th February 2009, 9.52pm)

In the restaurant, I stare across the laden table,
wineglass in hand, swirling in contemplation;
I raise it to my lips, toast your eyes, your smile,
your hips…I recall them moving between mine…
as I swallow, the echoes of your fingers swell
and trail themselves down my spine: divine.

I have been dieting for far too long; my stomach
craves the taste of you. Your lips like peach slices,
slick and wet and sweet; if I could reach, I’d chew
and suck and savour, but the table is too wide
and the clientele too elegant; the corner is too
light and to kiss in public is far too decadent…

Later, I will taste the succulent swells of you, lick
the cherries of your nipples and appreciate the
shape of you; I will lick the sugar from the curved
patisseries of your chest; I will revel as I peel you,
hurrying to get you undressed; I will drink the
sweet, white wine from inside of you, and revel.

Jennifer Pickup