She melts in my hands
like sweet, sticky, honey,
dripping down her mocha thighs.
My name is a mantra
echoing in shrill vibrations against the walls.
Fires burn in her amber eyes,
staring brightly up at me.
Those fires would burn my soul all night.
She falls apart,
as my lips discover her pink pearl.
It glistens in the dim light,
Swollen and inviting.
She tastes so sweet
and I let her know it with every swipe of my tongue.
I inhale the scent of her sweet flower,
hungry for all of the nectar there.