Sweet Dessert
I hear a familiar voice.
Softly, -What a sound,
wonder if it’s her.
Why is she calling my name?
I want to indulge.
Hold her in my hand...
place her in my mouth...
Lips pressed against the outer skin, sink in &
Emotions burst open
as her nectar flourishes my thirst.
No longer parched,
licked my fingers then
devoured all the fleshy parts.
I need it Again and again...
Greedy! I’m binging....
Consume you bit by bit,
No entree, only your dessert, I need
to ingest the full flavor...
Organic. she is....
vitamins....nutrients,
she’s the natural remedy
to my mind and my physique.
Euphoric...
Rich, smooth, sweet,
no twang in that thang.
Perfectly ripe,
picked her at the perfect timing.
Shining...
with just the right hue.
Delectable;
my favorite dessert.
Which is you...
Fruit
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