Mango Sutra

Desire burns in the heart A little spark to fire turns The want becomes a need As the mango starts to ripen From bright green to dull Temptation calls Sweet nectar churns inside Sun shines on the ruddy skin Tongue aches in pain Sleepless nights and misty mornings As maturity is near Shaking hands hold the manna Lips form a cup Divine nectar drop by drop Melts into the mouth Taste buds come alive Dance on an erotic rhythm Sates the burning passion Of senses in communion