Gothic Feast
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
Let me drink
the flavors of your hair
that charred and tipped with pink
my thighs ensnares.
Let me taste
the powdered sugar of your skin
–without waste
consumed by dust-filled sin.
Let me eat
your path to pleasure
–leave you wasted in defeat
and exhausted beyond measure.
Laze aroused and arched upon my table
for the feast in Vlad’s erotic fable.
–You can find the original poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or a translated|modified version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–
