Erotic Poem - Giving Thanks

Erotic Poem - Giving ThanksGiving Thanks You would not believe it; I satat the table with my family,with my father saying grace, thensolemnly passing the bowls ofcorn, of beans, Escort the heavyplatter of turkey and dressing.I filled my plate and liftedmy fork to my mouth,but Escort Bayan no matter what I put in,it wasn?t what I tasted,not the creamed potatoes,not Bayan Escort the smooth brown crustof bread. It was you my mouthremembered, the familiar muskof your sex, its smooth heat,its quick fullness. My mind wasa reel flashing pictures insidemy skull, and there was no detailmissing. I sat like a drunktrying to act sober. I chewedand swallowed while in my thoughtsI knelt; I gave thanks for you.?Anne K. Smith,