I am
a moveable
feast
your
eyes
on
my
edges
run
your
soft
warm
wet
tongue
along
each
aching
curve
down
every
fold
until
you
know
me
not the salty sweat
of my neck
in the late summer afternoon
nor sweet smoothness
of my thighs
in the midnight hour
not the sharp sour tang
of promises
broken
nor the burning bitter bile
of injurious
offenses
the wild
unctuous
slick savory
me
the lick
your finger tips
lips
ever craving
just
one
more
taste
ooh
more
me
Inspired by the prompt to explore "taste"
a moveable
feast
your
eyes
on
my
edges
run
your
soft
warm
wet
tongue
along
each
aching
curve
down
every
fold
until
you
know
me
not the salty sweat
of my neck
in the late summer afternoon
nor sweet smoothness
of my thighs
in the midnight hour
not the sharp sour tang
of promises
broken
nor the burning bitter bile
of injurious
offenses
the wild
unctuous
slick savory
me
the lick
your finger tips
lips
ever craving
just
one
more
taste
ooh
more
me
Inspired by the prompt to explore "taste"
Wonderful! "nor the burning bitter bile"
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