Daily prompt, Poetry

A tale of lust : Spicy




She craved the one who would add some sauce to her life
No bland old lover would do
She desired a seasoned lover much like how she loved her food: spicy
Tantalised by the excitement of exotic retreats
Her body was overcome with a most peppery heat
Engulfed  in passion
He was comfort food for her soul
A titillating lust that would never grow cold
Robust and zesty his flavour brought her alive
She craved his very existence to thrive
Colorful and spirited he could never be replaced
She devoured her favourite dish
Not one drop of his piquant essence would go to waste

Copyright Tachira Wiltshire 

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