glide sensuously,
change partners at whim
while my body’s band
composes lush rhapsodies
in three-quarter time
The tempo slows
The tongue seeks
sable smooth truffles
pressed like dark silk
against the roof
of my mouth
Rhythm rises
to six-eighths time
I spin in drunken tarantella
or swirling cocoa
and drown
in its holy heat
I dip, flow to
the satin music
while impatient lips
unbutton
red berries, index fingers
clothed in warm chocolate coats
Notes hover then die
a respite from
the siren’s song
Satiated for the moment
I rest and wait,
dance card filled
–Intermission–
The band plays on
in honeyed harmony as
the sweet cotillion resumes
Body bewitched sways
reaches for fruit
of the cacao tree
Velvet caped seductress
skims over the dance floor,
competition for the debutantes
Voluptuous earth-brown of
bittersweet overshadows
pale virgins in milk organdy
The dance slows
Sinuous ribbons of mahogany taffeta
drape
around cream centers
swallow
jewels of encrusted fruit
My pulse quickens as the
sacred elemental scent
mesmerizes
rendering me impotent,
a sacrificial victim
to brown magic
Round and round I go
in graceful revelry
seeking new conquests
A dance of joy that
never ends
as long as the music plays
Oh. My! Sharon. I don’t know when I’ve been so turned on, and by a confection! How amazing! Yummy! Thank you! Jean
The spins, sways and glides of this gave me a feeling that she controlled the room. The rhapsody and poetic bliss told me she thrived on the beauty of life that surrounded her when on the dance floor.
I hit the key too soon. The spins, sways and glides of this gave me a feeling that she controlled the room. The rhapsody and poetic bliss told me she thrived on the beauty of life that surrounded her when on the dance floor.
Delicious! And I don’t even like chocolate. I could just eat the poem!