My Ambrosia


Gabriel Mark Lipper

                   My ambrosia

You are waiting with patience for me. Sitting on soft bed of silk sheets and warm blanket. You are wearing barely enough clothing to cover tender and perfect skin. I come to you. I fall to your legs and I embrace your waist. I rest my head in the warmth of tempting perfume and the softness of warm wanting flesh. You whispered. Johnnie, I have been waiting. I have plotted out the night and you will be my victim.

I looked into perfect brown eyes and I told her. You are my only wish and sweet dream dear lover.

John Castellenas/Coyote