Let me take you to my parlour.
Oh, are you a spider?
I already know you fly.
Trail my kisses down your collar
Up to your lips
Slip your lips,
With my tongue
In between, unseen,
To deliver, delve and delight.
Let me take you to the den.
Oh, are you a bear?
And I Goldilocks for a visit.
Hold you in my arms
Display my charms
Tickle your fancy in the most delightful ways.
Moan softly in your ear
And kiss away all doubts and fears.
Let me take you to the kitchen.
To put a bun in my oven?
Do you have yeast to rise?
Put you on the counter
A pedestal. a full meal on a platter of silver
To eat and gorge
Sucking, slurping, swallowing down
Drunk with that most intoxicating of juice
Let me take you to the bedroom.
Put me to sleep
Perchance to dream of a lover’s kiss?
Lay you down and lift you up
Into the pleasures of heaven’s grasp
Hands above head
Head below waist
Entering, filling, fulfilling
All your wanton wants and desires.
Let me take you to bed
No.
Let me lay beside you.
No.
To fill you.
No.
Please you,
No.
And leave you so happy.
Yes.
C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca
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