Servility, Sweet

Oh, such captivating concupiscence ... I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate You are hunger, insatiable and wry, and I your food I watch you speak, breathe, speak ... phrases matter not Chili pepper lips part to tempt me, as if in slow-motion Plump, dewy, spicy-smooth, and salacious - fun-fruits, ripened Unblemished sugar-cube teeth nip your lower lip and hold it Mouth corners turn haltingly up in a vexing smile Eyes sparkling, mischievous, coy, demure Tugging like a lost puppy at my heart, spirit Core, attending and rapt ... close, closer, closer still Your eyes close, (mine stay open - I want to watch, NEED to) Adoringly, I place a bent index under your mink-soft chin Gently pull it up to mine ... the chilis part further You release your sexy nip on them, mouth slowly opening To the dance of a sweet, pink, bubble-gum quarry inside It seeks mine out even before our mouths meet Licks my lips as if ice cream, and they part to taste you Tenderly, as if unknown, your soft blond tresses fall between Mixing in our nectarous and esurient feast Is there any candy yet as sweet ... as compelling and sublime?? Were it not for the life-sustaining needs of the human condition Or the requirements of responsibility and motivation I would lose myself - us - forever, in your clasp In the exquisite, licentious, pure, and carnal enchantment Of your consummate and delicious mouth Locked away in the round-tower of your appetites Slave to the flawless ecstasy that we create ... With our love ... with our kiss. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Poems for Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, Team Poetry Soup, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Slave To Love" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.