fine words

i could melt in your mouth
you could melt ice cream
your image could melt an honest man's dream

peach fuzz and goose bumps
surround pliant breasts
dripping beads of moisture,
the taster's tongue to test

the salt of desire
passion’s briny fruit
mixing with mine, as if in cohoots

we melt in each other
we merge into one
we do for each other, what no one has done

duncan