Delectably, Supple You Are to Devour

This is my metered poem, Assignment #2 for anyone who did not receive a hard copy in class

You consume my

every thought;

yearning to 

feel you,

to taste you,

to bask in your

supple glory.

Stiff you are not,

nor rigid are you;

adaptable

to my touch

to any touch.

Flexible,

malleable,

Oh so soft and sweet.

Your sweetness

enticing it is,

mouth-watering

that too it is.

Pleasure comes in 

devouring you;

enough of you

is never enough;

catching every drabble

every dribble;

delectably, supple

you are to 

devour.