The Love-Romancer Part 4 (Taste) Poem by Rowdy Solomon

She is just the right flavor for me... sweet
Her lips have a tendency to
Tease my taste buds and
Vice versa
Because of her, I have my savor back
I lost it long ago when my feelings
Went numb
Now my hunger for love is back
After she gave me a sample of
What it was again
My appetite is like a bottomless pit
I can't seem to get enough of her
And she continues to offer herself
Though I feel undeserving
After others let me starve
I guess I was so used to being hungry
That the burning desire...
Like the burning in my stomach
Was a norm
It's ironic though
What gives me strength
Seems to also be my weakness
But I don't mind
As long as I can have it
With her predispositioned permission
May I have more baby?
I promise I will be good