PoeticKwill

Baklava

nakedly blonde is your perfection
stately, golden and suddenly apparent
buttery and sopping is this confection
my unwritten impulses run errant 

to tease this want is most cruel
as I consider your contoured folds
here I drown in your seduction pool
and all the sweetness that it holds

my mind navigates your dominion
outer edges sensuous and fragrant 
honey entrances your pavilion
sinuously soft and blatant 

how I long to breach your seam 
delve deep into its very depth
such dulcet caramel I could ream 
your essence would consume my breath

pliant and subtle, deliciously tight 
thoughts remain creamy and desperate
silky and scented inhibitions incite
my mouth would take and possess it