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Click hereWaiting I kept thinking of one crystal-black
smoky drop of the oil held to the light on
one soft fingertip
then touched down like a kiss to the salty
small tongue, the fuse,
the tip of the red world, trembling berry
and in moments I am shaking
on the desperate edge, hungry so
hungry my body
breaks, taut in electric arcs, red current
shocks and I try
sliding one slick fingertip in
where he likes to be skin to skin
and in sliding is friction in friction catch fire and
in arcing beat the flame to
a rage and in sliding, explode, in sliding, explode
I want to feed you dessert. This poem is full of sensuous images that you've linked with the colours of raspberries and cream. I can smell, taste and imagine how it all must feel on the lips. Delicious.