You might say to me what is a spangle ?
And I would say, “she is my glittering sunshine”
She is a reflection of all around her.
In the sunshine she could burn your eyes,
In the moonlight …. she becomes more mystic.
Each day she is a new flavour to taste,
Moments and memories come day after day.
Today, I stripped her of her sequins
And taking my edible paints and brushes,
Covering every inch of her form with coloured swirls,
My brush sweeping and twirling, with delicate spotting.
Breasts becoming flowers, nipples become pistils.
The ebb and flow of her bodies curves a delightful canvas.
She is an absolute work of art, but then she always was
But laying there, In her stillness,
She becomes not just food for my mind and soul.
But, food for my body,
Licking,
Lapping,
Nibbling,
I reveal her truest beauty, her desire to be eaten.
Her lips exquisitely painted with honey,
As she parts her thighs in invitation.
Our senses go into overdrive,
Our songs reverberate as ecstasy is found.
