Dessert

You laughed when I said
at times I think of you as a tart.
Something sweet like apple pie
or peach cobbler from the heart.

Light crust, sugery sweet
lending itself to more of a treat.
Slurping, sucking, sloppy
just so very good to eat.

Ain't no reason to wonder
trying to dispell any doubt.
Knowing my tongue wants in
and never find its way out.

Smiling from ear to ear
your thighs propped up high.
Like wings spread wide open
inviting me to sail the sky.

Whose laughing this time
as dessert is served.
Hands wandering, touching
each and every curve.

Tracing lines and shadows
tongue darting in and out
busy right now, Sweetness
but I do feel like a shout.

Aint nothing better than
dessert served to taste.
Fine stock of fruited juice
not a drop to go to waste.

Del Cano 2005 July