Feast

byWillow Rain©

Her scent is exotic and spicy.
I want to rub turmeric
into her dark lustrous skin,
and write my name in honey on her thigh.
She is my desert,
a feast
of warm and living woman in my hands.
I hold her
and tremble with want.
I care not for unscented flowers.
I want luxuriant blooms
with heady perfume.
I touch the silky
skin
just behind her knee
and press a kiss to her quivering belly.

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