A Song of Succulence

An epicurean feast of flesh lies hidden beneath her skin

Photo by Yaoqi LAI on Unsplash

Round and full and luscious,
like berries in July,
a stream of juices dribble
down the inside of her thigh.

Sweet and tangy syrup
like the nectar of the gods,
it coats my lips and fingers
as with my tongue, I prod