Tuesday, May 12, 2009



Familiar fruit to be shared,
You and I are members;
Miles apart and years,
each remembers
wearing white, cherry covers
of sweet lovers,
peeling
outer layers revealing.
Knife enters
unhindered.
Nectar drips
upon covetous lips.
Enraptured tongue
drinks, tastes until unfeeling,
satisfyingly numb.
I want us to be there
spooning, side by side,
warm in the cold air,
delectable kisses, no need to hide.





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