Caramel Suite

Sun up down. Oh. You
know you can melt me
in day turns of twilit pouts,
lily soft I churn under

that flame, buttery sizzled
across your moveable feast.
I glaze smoky brushed, shining
the first notes of desire slide

to tingle open-mouthed.
Breathless. Yes. Lips ply
succulent promises. Heated
silken limbs twitch and ride

the simmer, the breaking sea
chorus moans, bubble bubble
caramel consumed. Sweet skin
burns cool waves fading timbre.