near to you, the air is sweet of jasmine
tinted with allspice from Jamaica,
balmy, humid, orchid bittersweet

or perhaps freshly baked apple bread
sugary, and brown at the edges
your sugared heat rising to me –
I salivate in thought of you


intensely, immediately yours, my dear
closing my eyes at your command
feel your burning look, daring
to cool your overheated flesh
with impudent lips and nervy tongue
you lower yourself just out of reach
feeding my foretaste

the brown of you meets my lips, the
apple bread of you, brown sugar
sweet at the edges – I inhale you
trace the bottom of your vessel
I know your shivers, dance your shudders
and sing your breath songs


I am darkness, and taste and you
consuming your love from inside
my heart is yours flesh is yours
enslaved by want of you
equity in my loins is yours
beneath you in darkness I sit
feeling your mounting heat
moans now symphonies
your softness caresses my cheeks
in rhythm to your contractions


I am in darkness, and in light
and I taste forever in you
and sweet it is,
and sweet in love

I am


  1. Heather says:


  2. cecilia says:

    have to disagree actually this is not touching or beautiful, this is raw, visceral and full of heat and guts and fire.. and skin and burn.. hmmm.. no more words.. awe. c

    1. it’s a true story. nativo is the name of a hotel. 🙂

    2. thank you, by the way.

    1. Thank you. 🙂 I like this piece a lot, and how often have you heard me say that?

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