“Your Love, My Hunger”

“Your Love, My Hunger”

Your kiss is like White Gold honey on a warm buttermilk biscuit,

I have two after church

but I wouldn’t mind a little more.

Your words pour out of your mouth so smooth,

they remind me of gravy

gently drizzled over garlic mashed potatoes.

Baby, talk a little more.

Caress my curves and crevices; Mmm…

Your touch is as sweet as the first bite

of Mama’s yams.

Another spoonful on my plate please.

And your thoughts,

Damn those thoughts are tender

Falling off the bone,

Seasoned perfectly

I want to swallow every bit of them and then

Take some back home with me.

Seconds, anyone?

-The Intimate Truth-

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