Hot Bread

 

Hot Bread

~

If you touch softly certain parts of me

I’ll become butter melting on your fingers

the aroma of freshly baked bread that lingers

when we pass the counter at the store

but head for the salad instead-

But that touch I so much crave

makes my mouth water with anticipation

which I gracefully hide and behave

for a taste of such flavors misled

my dreams and desires before,

and although I crave much more

I won’t show my hesitation.

~

H.O