Delicious

"How do I look?", she asks
not knowing
we are lost in her breath
mere shadows
whispers of names
a chorus of admiration

"How do I look?", she asks
not realizing
the dormant tempest
swirling within
swallowing whole
the unbridled cupidity of man

"How do I look?", she asks
not sensing
the sun in her skin
the unchained echoes
spellbound, in reply
"delicious"