come treat my curves

like delectable hors d’oeuvres  

devouring me as such

with no need to rush

let your sweet tongue slide

let your fingers glide

and i assure you,
 my body will oblige

i, in turn, 
want a taste of your flesh

want to feel your warm breath

want to know you, know best

how your body feels when tense

in the build up of suspense

your release, and surrender

to be soaked
 in your splendor

~j~