A phenomenon the way you
speak, the way you breathe,
the way you are teasing me.
I love the way you keep reading
deeper, page upon page, your
touch after every turn lingering.
Though I wonder if it tastes as
it feels; soft and warm like pastry
against my moist pallet, hmm??
I can almost savor it against my
spine, feeding me knowledge of
what utters attract your mmm.
A sweetness only known to you,
homed to you, very special, a
potent concoction, secret recipe??
—JG

