Picnic in bed with my lover

picnic in bed (1) - sonnet

the wild games have made us
now the limbs are tired
you look at me and want juice
of grapes, sieved if possible.

you say how cherries are my lips:
very fresh and always new in the red
and near my tender ribs
There were apples, as God forbade in paradise.

You say that I have the wild magic
of clove trees in southern sea paradise
right next to orchids vying for the sun.

my sweet eros! lie so dull in the rose bed!
I let the red wine flow into your navel
and drink it from the most beautiful of all cool.

 

picnic in bed (2)

amore!

feel my black chocolate blood
touch me with cinnamon stick fingers
kiss my hot cherry mouth
Lick me with the pepperoni tongue
play with the pomegranate breasts
sniff in the smell of pollen
caress the summer apricot belly
knead my white bread thighs and
bump into my peppermint lap!

 

Picnic in bed (3)

your blood
hot chocolate
my words that
icing on top

my blood
golden rum
your words that
match him to inflame him

 

picnic in bed (4) - punch

in the evening I spread the silk blanket
over the hot-rolled truck cushions
and cut flowers from the rose hedge.
the cherries smell soft. you should know now
what I want with my magic:
that you are mine! I never want to miss you anymore.
Now lie down! I'll feed you with cake
and later you help me with the crumble search.