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Of mangos
Papayas
Pineapples
My favourite fruits
Are your lips.
Fleshy, rounded
Like ripe peaches.
I can part them with my tongue
Like the halves of an apricot.
Bite, feel them give,
Delicate plum-like skin
Breaks and
I can taste warmth,
salt and iron.
Inviting as
Sun-kissed cherries
But they welcome,
Unlike berries,
They press back.
Delicious abandon,
Flavour of your breath,
Ecstasy and mint.
Each kiss
A perfect pomegranate seed,
Binding me, Persephone,to you,
tangled in Passion flower vines.
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