Naughty Thoughts

Oh
That pungent
Aroma
Hits all
Of my senses

Kneeling
As if in prayer
To a goddess
Inside the V
Of imagined bliss

Lips that
Never speak
Unless gently licked
Their hidden depths
Gradually revealed

Moist
Honeydew
Leaks slowly
The sweetest juice
For a hungry mouth

A taste
That never dies
It lingers on
In the palate
In blinding memories