SHE COMPOTE

SHE COMPOTE

...her voice is an assortment of different flavors. The closeness of her breath as she speaks with hints of
mint.  Inflections sprinkle praline over and call me to liquid cherry cream pouring over laughs. How listening to
her invites, invigorates, entices the loss of all control; as one with sweet expectations opens a box of goodies,
nibbling on each delight

    - just a little to make the joy last.

Her notes covered by tissue underside, boxed inside that secret place until pulled out by her presence with a
thought, a word, a call.  Exquisite is the chocolate mousse and key lime of a voice smiling. The aroma of words
cinnamon over the almond and hazelnut of teasing questions asked...but the one, ah yes the one, the one she
always gives; replenished each time the box is opened despite the amount consumed; that

    - citrus compote: mango, peach, apple, strawberry,
    and green melon with drizzles of vanilla swimming in
    soft coconut spirits topped by lemon zest.

And she by the heat of choice,
over chords gentle of voice;
   
    - is still sweet on lips after a box closed.