Erotic Poem Giving Thanks
Giving Thanks You would not believe it; I satat the table with my family,with my father saying grace, thensolemnly passing the bowls ofcorn, of beans, the heavyplatter of turkey and dressing.I filled my plate and liftedmy fork to my mouth,but no matter what I put in,it wasn’t what I tasted,not the creamed potatoes,not the smooth brown crustof bread. It was you my mouthremembered, the familiar muskof your sex, its smooth heat,its quick fullness. My mind wasa reel flashing pictures insidemy...