There have been multiple women

And girls

But every one is different

So would be you.

Your magical eyes

And your epicurean structure

The oopmh you display

Haunt my being

The poet in you

And the romantisation it does

I want to taste it separately

In leisure

To unravel a goddess like you

It has to be done meticulously

And with reverence

When every ounce of your offerings

Trickling between your legs

Satiate my cravings

You will be different

I have a feeling.

©LR