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
Copyright © Afolabi Taiwo | Year Posted 2011
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