the luxury of taste
abundant bound in
titillating flavours sings
beneath a supple skin
she wears a misty smile
for him, a grin of knowing
where she leads immaculate
the reaching hand
words she breathes
are exhalations lost in
timelessness, gauzy puffs
of angel dust caress
breathlessness devours
the man whose eyes embrace
this fruit he shrewdly
saved to savour last
© 2 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
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