ode a la mode

ODE A LA MODE

I picture you, your warmth, your way
And passions come, so full of crimson fire
Your ruddy face, your eyes so clear
Don’t question me; there is no fear
You can’t know what I crave, what I desire

For there are not the words to say
To tell you of the yearnings you inspire
For every silken, rounded line
Can stir my loins, and chill my spine
And for your flesh, my very being cries

You are a banquet in my eyes
So smooth and soft, in tempting shades of rose
The curve of leg is full and fresh
The velvet belly, pudding breast
A naked, luscious morsel, head to toes

The plumpness of your buttock rise!
Your hips so full, they call out to be felt!
To press upon a tender thigh
To feel the meat within, and sigh
My mouth will water, as my soul will melt

You will be served, a tasty treat
The garden’s fruits adorn your satin skin
You fill the platter, yet you seem
As light as butter, smooth as cream
But still, a tang I feel from deep within

You move so slightly, and the meat
That is your body quivers with delight
A hint of just a touch, a shade
Of extra you, the promise made
You pose; your eyes seem only to invite

How would I have this dainty meal?
This lovely vision, on my table lay’d?
Aroma beckons; scent of she
A whiff and then, envelops me
And drives a hunger that cannot be stayed

It’s not with mouth, but mind, I feel
Each tidbit of the feast you seem to be
My senses overwhelm with lust
So delicate, yet so robust
For you are as ambrosia, now, to me