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Click hereYou are feast for me, a banquet of the finest fare of womankind.
You attract the eye, entice the nose, excite the appetite to enjoy
Your charms, your thoughts and words, your self.
And with each course, your kisses are the wines,
First fresh and delicious to awaken desire,
Then lighter, then warmer to complement
My passion for your tenderest meats and sweetest fruits.
And finally like champagne, they alone remain,
Your kisses, themselves enough to prove;
You are my desire, not just my hunger for your fire.
Not bad for thirty years. Funny thing is, I could have sworn it was a sonnet, until I found it again today. Maybe I will try again.
not bad for 40 years (re:your comment), a little edit here and there and; well, "meat" is applied better to males then females but never my favorite term until we get to the barbeque,
passion is stronger then life, so keep at it, if you can still get a poem or anything else up after 40 years you go to the head of the class!