FRUIT

I pour this heart out on pulp,

daily

And wash it with bare hands, and love.

And then I wring it out with ink, sometimes blue.

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O Fruit,

Hanging, inviting, beckoning

Angling, inciting, reckoning

You enchant me with your ripeness

And enslave me with that tightness.

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Fruit,

Swollen, tempting, all moist inside,

Stolen, trapping, almost desired

Your amazing presence inebriates

And its enticing essence assimilates

.

Fruit, O Fruit

Filled with succulent Isis secrets

Feeling the sucked promise it secretes

Dark and lovely, you make my soul salivate

Stark yet bubbly, I feel my soles elevate

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Fruit,

You hang wicked, dazzling, titillating

And stand naked, puzzling, scintillating,

O how I yearn to your core taste

Just to learn of lust's foretaste

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Fruit, O Fruit

I just hunger for your juices for to slurp

I accept the danger, for my duty's to serve

So round, so firm, so utterly forbidden

So sound, no qualm, totally captivating

.

I pour this desire out in my heart,

on every breath

And season it with dreams, of longing.

And then I garnish it with blood, sometimes crimson.