Orchid Dew

gathering only
flowers, i could have eaten
generous harvest-
insatiable desire-
i lap dew from an orchid

Refreshment

a pool of peach juice
hiding in the pit's cleavage
nectar of the gods

Erotic Cocaine

lust saunters into my mind with full,
pouting lips that perse, as she points her finger, mouthing,
i want you.

mercilessly, she reels me in,
kissing my neck,
chin, lips, slithering her tongue
into my ear.

she is an incurable disease.
i sniff her clothes, pressing my  nose deep,
trying to inhale the last microgram of her scent.

i am a junkie-
she my erotic cocaine.

she climbs in bed,
her hair hanging, disheveled,
covering her eyes.
she pulls the sheet down,
revealing her painfully perfect pulcritude.
with hooked finger, she beckons.
my knees clatter, as she runs
her fingers down my chest.
just before she sticks her tongue in my ear,
she whispers,
you know you want me,
and i cum.

Perfect Posterior

magnificent ass
your precious posterior-
a sun-ripened peach
perfectly halved, succulent
nectar and saccharine whip

Midnight Snack

my lips on downy
tuft, whisper of eden's dew,
taste of moonrise