Sweet Desires

by Matt Hixon

We all knew that fruit was a nice foreplay treat,
And at the time they were very neat.
But just like any fruit they start to rot,
This is when I use my head and put it to thought.
Don't think, but leave all worries behind,
Just relax and listen to what I have in mind.
Ice Cream: lets use the flavor butterscotch.
Scoop it up with a spoon from you navel to your little notch.

Wine: put wine in your navel full it up like a pool.
Put an ice cube in your belly like in a cup to keep it cool.
Blow on the wine to make it flow out the navel.
Use my tongue to clean it up like a washcloth on a table.

I would put rose pedals on her body and spread them all around.
Then blow each and every pedal off until they all hit the ground.

I would put an ice cube in my mouth to outline her lips.
If her mouth happens to catch the cube so will my tongue if it slips.

I hope she likes strawberries and peaches on ice.
Because she's going to be my fruit bowl not once, but twice.
She'll be the fruits and it'll be her blender.
Together we'll make a smoothie like her skin soft in tender.

I would explore her every body like Christopher Columbus.
And discover a new world with my tongue as her compass.

I would drip cold water down the roots of her hair.
And let it drip down her body like raindrops in the air.
Catch a raindrop and then kiss her with ease.
As I suck on her bottom lip for a sexy tease.

We would bathe in fine champagne with pedals floating.
Then give her a massage with a special oil coating.

I would take some of the wine and freeze it to make a wine cube of ice.
And use her as my cup now doesn't that sound nice.

This is just a sample my sweet of my deep desire.
And as long as we're together no water can put out our fire.

About The Author
Well my nickname is the BluPrince because my heart is clear as water and I'm the Prince of Romance. I'm a person who treats ladies with royalty. If you want more e-mail me. I welcome comments about my poetry here.