Feb
2008
2008
21
Part 5: The Taste
Here on the tip of my tongue, the final sense, the impetus of hunger
the bounty of being sated.
It’s the blackberry of the Shiraz … her lips to my tongue
It’s tangerine squeezed fresh to her wrist and waterfalling to my mouth.
and the sweet syrup of… her
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Just for tonight
let me lie down
nerves stripped and exposed
to feel the sweet pain of your breath
behind my ear
let me rest my cheek
where dreams and desire play
and let my fingers
dance in the shadows there.
Let kisses fall like whispers
from your lips onto my tongue
and I will repeat them back to you.
Let me die in your caress;
and then
just for tonight,
Let me kneel in front of you
and taste where life begins
-Gina
You know you rock, right?