A taste

Friday, August 11, 2017

I take your fingers into my mouth

Go taste where you’ve been

And what you’ve touched,

The flavor of it lingering

Like a finger print,

On the tip of my tongue

Then swallowed whole

Digested and stirred up into my blood,

A drug, an elixir,

As intoxicating as wine

This taste, a tease,

For what I would want to do,

What I would like to taste next

What else I can take into my mouth

That will bring more of you into me,

My blood stream burning with its need,

once tasted

I am never the same