Gorge myself on you (24th February 2009, 9.52pm)
In the restaurant, I stare across the laden table,
wineglass in hand, swirling in contemplation;
I raise it to my lips, toast your eyes, your smile,
your hips…I recall them moving between mine…
as I swallow, the echoes of your fingers swell
and trail themselves down my spine: divine.
I have been dieting for far too long; my stomach
craves the taste of you. Your lips like peach slices,
slick and wet and sweet; if I could reach, I’d chew
and suck and savour, but the table is too wide
and the clientele too elegant; the corner is too
light and to kiss in public is far too decadent…
Later, I will taste the succulent swells of you, lick
the cherries of your nipples and appreciate the
shape of you; I will lick the sugar from the curved
patisseries of your chest; I will revel as I peel you,
hurrying to get you undressed; I will drink the
sweet, white wine from inside of you, and revel.
Jennifer Pickup
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 24, 2009 - 22:35
"Wow" ... or should I say, "WOW!"
If poems be the food of love, write one ... dear Jennifer.
Hugely delicious.
Seriously, a brilliantly evocative poem.
T x
threeleafshamrock | February 24, 2009 - 22:48
Blimey! I'm away to turn down the central heating; it's suddenly very warm in here. I think you should stop beating round the bush and come right out and say what you mean ...lol. Great write! Someone should have sent a copy to Billy Joe McAllister - he would never have jumped. ;) ;)
Chris X
Dynamaso | February 24, 2009 - 23:14
This is, might I say, a very horny little piece. What a tasty treat.
hilary west | February 25, 2009 - 00:00
I wish somebody would lick the sugar from my curved patisseries. This is delicious stuff !
threeleafshamrock | February 25, 2009 - 00:58
I'm free on Saturday evenings for about the next, err...10 years hilary ;) ;)
shoebox | February 25, 2009 - 01:47
I like it. Keep writing! :)
hilary west | February 25, 2009 - 21:27
I don't fancy the wife and seven children !
jennifer | February 25, 2009 - 21:54
Is that a Snow White reference?! hehe!
J x
MistakenMagic | February 26, 2009 - 12:27
'the echoes of your fingers swell
and trail themselves down my spine: divine.'
Loved this line Jen and the whole poem got me tingling ;p A well deserved cherry!
Magic xxx
jennifer | February 26, 2009 - 12:42
Thank you, Magic! Hmmm...power of words, the person in question also loved the piece! ;P
J x
threeleafshamrock | February 26, 2009 - 17:44
I BET!!! LOL. ;)
Chris X
Belle Green | February 26, 2009 - 19:26
Now I'm hungry for food and sex! Excellent write! I so enjoyed the read.
Nathan Bednarek | February 26, 2009 - 23:47
...I'm just glad to be 18... ;-p
A brilliant poem, well done.
Nathan.
ScribbleScribe | February 27, 2009 - 12:19
Would this be classified as an erotic poem??
Its good :))
The pieces of food you pick to represent body parts >_> are perfect.
Sophia Grace
jennifer | February 27, 2009 - 14:52
Thank you Sophia, it is indeed an erotic poem, but since it is completely autobiographical, I categorised it as such...
hehe!
J x
alang | March 1, 2009 - 21:40
Excellent work.. excellent metaphors.
Alan