i think about us cooking together
me wrapped around you, intimately
touching though fully clothed
our movements one, creating nourishment
for our bodies even as we create
it for our souls

the scent of your hair fills my head
the feel of your clothed nakedness
fills my blood with heat
I have to kiss your neck
so soft and tender then taste your ear
to make you giggle

we stir and add and stir some more
two bodies one from head to floor
you wiggle against me and I grow
against you cupping your soft breast
through thin cloth feeling your nipple
harden against my palm

water boils and noodles join it
my blood boils with it heated by
desire for your sensuous grace
my tongue licks up the back of your neck
and you shiver in my arms, laugh
and turn to kiss me

dinner forgotten, passion now reigns
as we find what we truly want
a buffet of each other, all we can eat
driving pounding wet hot moaning sweaty
writhing till we reach momentary satiation
and just lie together content in touching


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 12:05 AM