In Flagrante Delicto

You are the meat upon which I feed
You are the nutrition which I need
You are my ready made meal
Pre-packaged and easy to peel.

I peel back slowly and savour your taste
I delicately lick your sweetness, no need for haste
I nibble your flesh, and suck at your juice
Ripe and tender is what I deduce

I find the image of you to be infatuous
I find your warmth to be infectious
Do you understand the meaning of my little innuendo
And now you have caught me in flagrante delicto

Is it so hard to share a soft touch?
To take so little and give so much?
Is it a crime to be easy and slow?
Is it a crime to share all that we know?

MUDCROW
MAY 8 1999



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