Nibble Me Naughtily
Prose poem: Ingredients for an ecstatic appetizer
Always start a seduction with tempestuous eyes, daggers of desire that pin me into place.
Pause & take stock of the pace of my breath, this revealing metronome of our unfolding revels. Listen carefully to surf my swells. Don’t forget to survey my captivating curves — glimpse the horizon of my hunger, the arch of our…