She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Tag: taste
The fish in the sea
Cupcake-breasted, petite, elfin-faced?
Or more earthy, tits down to her waist?
Does she need to be wooed?
Is she sluttish and crude?
In the end, it all comes down to taste!
Epicurean curiosity
Woman’s clitoris, delicate, tiny,
Concealed, pink, pearly and shiny,
Peruse not in haste;
One should savour the taste,
Strangely sweet to the tongue, and yet briny!
Sweet meat
She was dainty, doe-eyed, fair and slender,
Almost of androgynous gender,
Small-breasted, slim hips,
Silky hair, pouting lips;
To the taste, and to touch, sweet and tender.
Total recall
He recalled how they’d kissed and embraced,
How he’d felt with his arm round her waist;
How she laughed, how she spoke,
And each day, when he woke,
He could smell her, and still taste her taste.
Neo-romantic
The romantic esteems the ideal,
By nature more perfect than real.
That’s all very well,
But I’d much rather smell,
Taste and chew, fuck and feel!