Dearest Poetry

If I come to you
alone, naked
itching for your touch
expecting nothing
would you accept me
or find me wanting?

If there was a test
could I pass?
Would you help me study?
Provide me with a cheat sheet
or would you fill it full
of trick questions
meant to trip me
dissuade me from your arms?

Sometimes I'm afraid to ascertain
if this is a fancy I fly
or if it truly is
your husky voice I hear,
rousing me from
the subterranean sleep
reminding me
of the delectably delicious flavor
in a life genuinely lived
thus encouraging me
to take hefty bites
as often as I can


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