I glide my fingers <br />over your velvet soft hair <br />as I admire your skin. <br /> <br />Gathering you in close <br />I inhale the scent of you <br />with anticipation. <br /> <br />Running my tongue along your groove <br />my mouth waters at the first <br />taste of your flesh. <br /> <br />Searching deeper <br />beads of nectar brush my lips <br />making my hunger grow. <br /> <br />Willing myself to slow down, to delight <br />in your gift, I try to catch your essence <br />before it drips down my chin. <br /> <br />pushing you into my mouth <br />I drink every droplet <br />that flows from you. <br /> <br />And when you have poured all you are into me <br />I will lick what is left <br />from my fingers <br /> <br />For you were made to be savored, <br />not simply devoured <br />my juicy peach.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-were-meant-to-be-savored/
