A sugary sweet confection
Tantalizes, tempts, an object of affection
Alas restraint, is pursuaded by passion
A wonderful, sinful obsession

A Special kiss covered in red, oh the power
Its smell as fragrant as any flower
Gathers senses anew
Shines like a rose, glistening in the morning dew

My fingers tremble in anticipation
Strip slowly the red exterior, its protection
Sweet smell overpowers, as the divinity
Melts slowly as my fingers probe its elegant simplicity

Leisurely the delicacy approaches my lips
A succulent reminder on my fingertips
I Chew slowly to enjoy its taste
Each finger tip sucked, nothing left to waste

I savor the rush of flavor
That Adorns my tongue, a sweet savior
Slowly the taste fades as the kiss dissolves
An image lingers of sensual resolve

A climax of pleasure
A seismic treasure
Settles the intensity
Hiding for an instance, life’s mundane propensity.

10/02/2008