Skin Spice

Battery Park
Sunset NYC 2010

Follow my fingers
Feeling ridges
and grooves
Soft spice that I covet
Skin covering
muscles in velvet

I swallow and shiver
Savor the essence
Pure ambrosia
Your spice
Your taste

Inhaling you as I go
Find your essence again
Your breathing won’t slow

My mouth
It tingles
My fingers and lips
Tongue and teeth, at long, long last
Your gift on my tongue
The thing I’ve been craving
A taste so divine
like molasses
and honey
So sweet
So sublime
So addictive
So mine