Love's Fruit

Among your orchard grooves lemon green grew At first the dream-like pear-shape eyes Until i parted and stared closely Into your cherries iris pupils That aim the Cupid's arrow, Piercing through my reddened apple Puncturing a spring full of blood That gushed to overwhelm my melon soul, Until the supple roundness Of a ripe pregnant papaya, Caresingly whispers a soft rub, And i was lustful in your tutti-frutti roundness, Like a lonely sherry Once bitten, she is smitten. Whet daga slid through desired pink strawberry, Licked the naked sweetened and soured juice Pineapple's bloom-lipped enveloped tongue-suckled till dripping, A connoisseur sipping fine grape-wine from ancient casks, Drunk to stupor, And after, i offer the grace olive kiss of devotion, Forever still dream-crossed, dragging the steely banana From the depth of your throbbing tangerine heart, And i was lustful in your tutti-frutti roundness , Through your crush wet eyes You silently chew the plum of quietude And i climbed to pluck the figs of a trusting heart. Afolabi Taiwo Sexy