Sensual Poetry

Feed Me

Anthony O'Dugan
Sep 22 · 1 min read

The air is sweet with desire—
left gasping—
for the taste of creation,
a drink from the cosmic chalice of ecstasy.

Strum your honey
with fine-tuned intentions,
leave a mark
where you want me to bite.

Let me dine
with the wind on you
and leave me drunken
in surrender.

— agod