at the Moon
with her poem
in my mouth
bake me something
as sweet as what
your knees do
to please me
when you bend
to see how much
I 've risen in you
am I done yet
am I spilling over
am I what pie
is made to be
filled for,peaked
in each eternity
you seek a moment
to patty-cake
and thumb press
flour on my fingers
and berries on
your dress
EJR (c)
Such a tasty treat, fun wordplay.
ReplyDeleteVery, very interesting. I had to read it twice and I'm still figuring out what it is all about. But I have a pretty good idea. lol.
ReplyDeleteDee-lish-us and a sparkling, great read.
ReplyDeleteThank you...very grateful for the comments...this was a delightful surprise of a poem born, as they often are, when looking for something else...besides I was completely drawn to the eyes of the Goddess in the picture...as it reminds me of the ocular beauty of a young Rita Moreno/Audrey Hepburn...
ReplyDeletemmm...this has a strong eroticism to it...subtle but...well penned...this just flows...
ReplyDeleteBoth lovely and tasty.
ReplyDeleteSensuous and a lovely write.
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