Posted by Tip my glass again to feel its last drop
The beer is brewed and gone and just a thought
Still thirsty, her taste not looking to stop
Not just yet, she is desire resting hot.
Passion groans under the weight of pleasure
Coming down I peak over her shoulder
Kneading each, we gently bandy her toy
Juices stirred late afternoon, she laughs at me her boy.
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
One day long ago, now it’s on our calendar
Steam rises underneath our hidden skies
Then we rest, savoring what is risen here.
Some have a recipe, others the gift
What treats will be, have been there from our first
We were only words and eyes, shared a spoon to lift
Lentils, tas kebap, and pitta unrehearsed.
Was it chemistry brought us together?
A dash of something stirred in us to know
Our sugars true flavor dab the dough
Days old peasant’s bread crusty now, forever.