Friday, April 21, 2006

Seduction by Fruit

Seduction by Fruit

Drunk, in your cider sweet breath,
I devour the scent of apples,
Clinging madly to the last bite.
She shakes her head in disappointment.

Plucking the raisin tips
Of your ripe mango breasts.
Stop, she says, before I
Have to get up and leave.

Picked up each of your angry words,
Peeled them off like Litchis,
To expose the sweetness' within.
Nice, she says, but not enough.

String you out into six hundred
Soft gasps of pleasure,
Swallowed whole or peeled like
Quivering grapes between my teeth.

She says nothing,
Takes three perfect grapes,
And crushes them
Between her perfect teeth.

She smiles and waits with
A knowing patience for
Me to kiss the drop
Of juice beside her lips.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Bink said...

You make me so angry. Your are a such a gifted poet and you waste your talents. "If you do not release what is within you, what is within you will kill you." -unknown

5:44 AM  
Anonymous Manish Gaekwad said...

"Plucking the raisin tips
Of your ripe mango breasts."

Could i ask the source for this. Oddly, it is a case of misplaced deja vu, i have read these two lines somewhere, exactly so if i gather. Too many trips to the "penthouse" could be but rohinton, i'd still keep an ear if you want to disclose the "discreet details" of this one. Nothing like inspiration!

12:38 AM  

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