Taste of You

Holding you
                        In my hands
                        Gripping you
                        With a gentle firmness
                        My tongue previews
                        The roughness
                        Of your skin and
                        Finds the spot
                        Where my mouth
                        Is aching to be
                        I sink my teeth
                        Into your flavor
                        Similar to the
                        Early morning dew
                        Savoring the moment
                        Reeling in the
                        Delicious rapture
                        Satiating my needs
                        Satisfying my hunger
                        Tempting my desire
                        For more
                        I lose myself
                        In the taste of you...

                        My golden winter pear