Ambrosia
She is the food of the gods
Feed me, Feed me now
Desirer consuming my soul
Her body an odyssey
And my crusade
Worthy of Homer’s words
I want her
I want her now
The anticipation
Feral
And making me so hard
I have to stoke myself
Deliciously
Picturing her naked
With the sunlight
Kissing her skin
I can taste her
Her fragrance fills
My senses
As she moves into the room
Like a silk-winged
Butterfly on the morning breeze
How to catch her
This Helen of Troy
With strawberry blond hair
The fruit of my loin
So fresh I wish to eat her
And lick her to death savagely
Becoming...