fiery plum lips ripe
lustful flesh exposed
of
aubergine
dress
torn
held
between
the
ache
of
my
teeth
the
suckling
succor
of
tongue
wet
quenching
need
want
desire
painted
clear
as
the
glint
of
eye
half
closed
9 comments:
So very sexy. *swoons*
Thanks Gray. So nice to see you stopping by. Oh, and swooning is allowed. Lots and lots of swooning. Think I'll go have another plum now. Wanna watch? ;-)
Absolutely gorgeous, luscious piece of writing, executed to perfection.
of
aubergine
dress
torn
Applause!
I pick this part, yet want to hold the entirety up.
Words are something else once they have travelled through your consciousness, as though through you their potential is fully realized, every aspect of their beauty seen...gorgeous!
My dear Autumn, a few days ago I was standing in my kitchen eating a perfectly ripe plum. I took one bite, and holding the plum for observation, was almost dumbstruck with the fiery flesh now exposed. I used the word 'fiery' because the plum's flesh, so bursting with ripeness, was just this brilliant blending of red and orange and yellow with tinges of purple--it truly looked like fire, only more gorgeous. The poem has a sexual tone because, hell, how can one eat a plum and not be aroused? ;-)
WOW!!!I think I'm gonna head to the fruit stand and stock up on plums.
TIGHT HUGS and WARM KISSES
LOVE ALWAYS
hhhHHH
Make sure you get ripe ones, you know, where the cleft is defined to burst of skin tight and the flesh tender in need to give of its sun and rain, to part of life to life and in this way live on, in your cells
I'll never look at a plum the same, I may even blush as I pick them out. Oh how could I possibly pick one up, look at it, squeeze it ever so softly, and then put it back. What heartbreak that plum would feel, shear rejection.
Yes please.. fact wouldn't mind if you shared.;)
I see no reason for either/or. So open those eyes and warm your hands.
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