The Frisky Flashback

The heft of her breasts
come back to him often
in those waking hours
when the urges cruelly taunt him.

Or at the end of the day,
his labour on the books
wrestling slumber in the search
to remember how she looks.

Where will the freedom take him
to explore what is never done?
Will he revisit this old lover
and explore the flavours of her plum?

Will he devour it in one single bite
or part it down the middle?
Will he smear his face in the juicy glaze
or will he survey it like a riddle?

Will his efforts inspire,
that sensuous move?
Will she place his seduced flesh
between her voluptuous boobs?

It never fails to be as far as he gets,
and given the chance, could he still make her wet?