Lustquake

A medley of distinguished dames

Tread harmoniously in my wake

Their delightful aromas seizing the air

As my nostrils flare,

By no inch do I quake



An abundance of fruit

Has been graciously bared

Awakening the repression

Of the hunger within



Shall a piece come within my reach

I shall strike!

a desire of this caliber

shall not be forsaken

To my tongue it shall remain ripe



For I yearn and I yearn

For the sweet and subtle burn

Of the flame that churns

To the beat of their lovely skins