Nude By 'Noon
Roses meticulously petaled,
as a path to the bubbling tub.
An invitation to pleasure my senses,
where my baby lays in sight.
Champagne chilled on ice,
legs simmer in delight,
strawberries foamed in the mouth,
signaling me to take a bite.
She calls upon my lips,
tongue twirls to our rhythmic routine,
clothes lost to the puzzled tiles,
as I sink in to her warmth, in sync.
She thirsts for me,
as her eyes wonder about,
where my body ends or begins,
fingers trace the spine of mine.
Dare devils dish out dirty minds.
In this hushed afternoon,
we shall sin beautifully,
until time whispers, Goodnight.
19 June 2022
for the 'Free Verse - Old or New' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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