Lustquake

A medley of distinguished dames Tread harmoniously in my wake Their delightful aromas seizing the air As my nostrils flare, By no inch do I quake An abundance of fruit Has been graciously bared Awakening the repression Of the hunger within Shall a piece come within my reach I shall strike! a desire of this caliber shall not be forsaken To my tongue it shall remain ripe For I yearn and I yearn For the sweet and subtle burn Of the flame that churns To the beat of their lovely skins © 2011 (All rights reserved)