by Ellen Rosso
(04/04/07)

port wine lips against
milky skin
shoulders bare
flesh spills, fresh cream

i drink your scent
you are
obilvious to my agony
i am hungry

certainly you must
taste of chocolate
your nipples
in my mouth
would surely melt

you would be
warm and heavy
in my hands
turn sweet butter
to liquid
and slip them slick
into my honey

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