Her closed eyes whispered to me <br />In that Cajun French accent <br />She had perfected; as her <br />Rose petal lips wet my appetite, <br />I devoured her each and every delicious breath. <br />My appetite, not to be denied <br />Was thirsty for more and more <br />“Baby, I’ve seen it all before” she said, <br />As I untied her halter and released <br />Her perfect breasts to my blind me <br />Of my prowess…. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bilingual-lover-of-spicy-food/
