Invitation

Your lips
bulby
like the hip of
a flower,
luscious
and dewy,
Your kisses,
I ruminate
nectar
flowing down
my throat,
Even my poetry
is wanton
fed
by such fantasy,
Words,
pulling you
gently into
my world…

“come abandon
your reserve…”
they whisper,
“and share
what the mind
has conjured…”

© SoulReserve 2017