In The Mouth of Desire
Plump cherries sit atop twin mounds
and a sly smile hovers around her
ripe strawberry lips,
Sweat, like honey, titillatingly
rolls in rivulets down her
lithe and luscious torso to
an oasis, moist and luxuriant.
From the hilltop region down
to an enchanting sanctuary
lies a pulsating plateau,
sizzling like bacon in a frying pan,
stirring my latent passion
to a feverish pitch…
melting me like
a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day.
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2025
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