If You Were Naked
If you were naked I would sculpt your body
Let my hands mold you like clay and glide
across the surface of your curves and ridges
If you were naked I would gaze upon you
Let my eyes wander across the fields of
your flesh and the curls of your hair
If you were naked I would inhale your scent
Let the warm musk and vanilla rush from
between your legs and into my nose
If you were naked I would eat from your buffet
Lay ambrosia across your full belly and then
begin to devour you bite by bite
If you were naked I would hear the angels sing
Proclaim your glorious charms and intone
the most holy words to invoke your charms
©Karen Cline-Tardiff all rights reserved
Karen has been writing as long as she could hold a pen. Her works can be seen in Nowhere Poetry & Flash Fiction, Tuck Magazine, Ampersand Literary, Pif Magazine, Unlikely Stories, and an upcoming edition of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. She has a Kindle edition book of poetry, Stumbling to Breathe, which can be found on Amazon.