Sangría,

este día,

tu poción poderosa me encanta,

con mi razón confundida juega,

me da un flor de esperanza,

y mi cisterna de soledad llena.

Tu juicio tomar,

tu fruta comer,

es a mi invitar

tu ruta aprender.

Mi alma leal no tiene miedo

de tus manos, de ojos fervientes;

me promete el profundo cielo

de nuestros cuerpos celestes.

Me voy contigo, mi amante, hoy,

con alegre y entusiada corazón;

propias promesas extasiadas te doy,

te doy con apasionada devoción.


¡Sangría!

Take my hand.

Let me lure you down

the path of sin

where you have been--

and

--try to avoid thinking,

pondering, wishing, yearning for dusk

to throw stone

colored shadows

over your

footprints, your

tire tracks, your

headlights.

Come to me here

in my cave forbidden

full of wonder hidden

beneath thick, lush

vines that have not been parted

since God knows when.

Taste the sweet water

from the sacred fount that flows within.

Feel the walls smooth as silk

under the fingertips.

Breathe the perfume

of strawberry blossoms,

of the red-pink fruit flesh,

ripe to touch

to taste

to savor.

Take your time.

Relish the virtuous fruits

of temptation

for I may never

offer them again.

Tempting strawberry

ripens at room temperature;

her luscious fragrance

evokes wetness.

Craving fingers

pull back velvet leaves

to wrap lips around

vibrant, pink-red fruit-flesh.

Engorged naga

glides slowly but eagerly

over tiny seed bumps.

Ivory wedges

savor the initial resistance,

relish her juices

as her flesh pushes open

then closes around them.

Desire consumes

the entire sweet berry,

all the way up to the velvet.

Taste my fruits,

_______ripe, fresh, sweet

Drink my juice,

________on your knees

Kiss my thighs,

________a thousand times

Fill my bowl,

_______fill my soul

My fondue is all lit up.
Why couldn't you be here to share?
I dip my finger for a small sup.
Mmmm, I suck, leave it there.
Sticky, sweet on my lips.
Berries or bananas, what's my choice?
Going for the fruit, swaying hips,
long wood pokes, berry juice!
I'll come again for the long yellow,
but now the berries call my name.
Too bad you missed this, silly fellow.
Maybe next time you can light my flame.

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.