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Forbidden Fruit

Red and juicy, sensual shape, sexual by nature, they drip promiscuously on my prurient lip! Tastes of summer, girls in flimsy cotton dresses flirting shamelessly, and sinfully suggesting assignations in the park, in the darkness, for a lark! Their flavors captivate, make me hunger for an intimate embrace!

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Rob Bettridge

Date: 12/19/2015 9:59:00 AM

Oh, to be young again Keith when such thoughts were always on our hormone fuelled sub-conscious minds.

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/19/2015 10:40:00 AM

This was inspired by a line from Tennyson's 'Locksley Hall...' '...in the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.' (or 'Nancy' ~ the bowdlerized version!) Thanks so much for your delightful commentary! Best wishes, Keith

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/5/2012 9:41:00 AM

hmmm, which fruit is this? This is wonderful to read. Love those word choices. I can't even remember what prurient means but I sure like the sound of it.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 7/5/2012 8:31:00 AM

wonderful title and perfect imagery! i love the "in the park...for a lark" lines. it's always a pleasure to read your poems, keith, and i thank you for your much-appreciated supportive comments on my work.

Russell Sivey

Date: 7/4/2012 1:22:00 PM

Ah yes, that elusive intimate embrace! This is a beautiful poem Kieth, I really enjoyed its promiscuity! Great Work!!