Juliet Ligon Poet Alliteration

Valencia Lust

O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness...
How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel.
Tenderness is just one press away
from these longing lips.
Digging in, cuticles' thirst would be quenched 
like a manicure's pleasure.
The citrus mist would burst beneath your flesh
with the sound of captive release, freedom's sigh.
Fragrant as orange blossoms under active inhales,
sweet as honey perfumery,
tantalizing taste buds would smoothly 
squeeze your ethereal pulp upon them,
dripping with delectable desire fulfilled.
Seamless in freshness, unblemished,
each bite would be a lover's delight,
binding beauty, external with internal
in this connoisseur's lifelong find.

2-18-2020

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Line Gauthier February 6, 2021 at 8:00 PM So glad to find this delightful tribute published in the 2020 PS Anthology ~ Juliet Ligon February 6, 2021 at 8:50 PM Aww, thanks Line. I see yours in there as well. Nice variety. (Now you know my real name. Shhhh.)

Andrea Dietrich March 6, 2020 at 5:51 PM you certainly caught its sunkissed orange essence, Juliet. I was there in '74 right at the time of the fallas. Will never forget it and the beautiful sea nearby!

Quoth Theraven February 22, 2020 at 10:52 PM Juliet, I love the zest you put into your poem 'Valencia Lust'. I can taste & smell this tangy delight. But beware the open wound that sings in citrus' sting. -Richard Juliet Ligon February 24, 2020 at 12:31 AM Thanks for your witty and inciteful comments, Richard. I'd forgotten about the sting that comes from loving a citrus when a wound is fresh. Poetic hugs.

Brenda Chiri February 20, 2020 at 3:14 AM Congrats my friend on your top win!;) Juliet Ligon February 21, 2020 at 6:55 PM Thanks, Brenda.

John Watt February 19, 2020 at 10:23 PM Juliet, oranges are my all-time favorite fruit so it's gratifying to see some citrus lust committed to poetic pen (though maybe there is some subtext hinted at in that delicious ambiguity...) Love this, congrats on the win ~ John Juliet Ligon February 21, 2020 at 6:51 PM Thanks, John. If you use your imagination it could be about a lover that smells like orange perfume, but really it's just about the desire of a fresh orange. Poetic hugs.

Jenish Somadas February 19, 2020 at 9:12 PM Organges are extremely proud now..they are rolling away when I tried to take..Your poetry had made the humble oranges dignified.. Juliet Ligon February 21, 2020 at 6:43 PM Thanks, Jenish.

Sandra Adams February 19, 2020 at 7:47 PM who knew an orange could be so enticing... the use of vivid imagery and your choice words made this one beautiful and somewhat sensual... great write Juliet... loved it... hugs Juliet Ligon February 21, 2020 at 6:48 PM Thanks, Sandra. Fruit is a sensual experience for me especially when it's fresh. We have a mini orchard and I'm looking forward to much fruit in the future. Unfortunately oranges don't grow in our climate though. Hugs.

L. J. Carber February 19, 2020 at 4:16 PM Must confess Juliet-- I was drawn to read this as I visited Valencia, Spain, as a young man--and though it was over 1/2 a century ago, I can still relate, though I can as well as a lover of sweet oranges [which is about all the fun my wife lets me have anymore!] Congrats on your win! Juliet Ligon February 19, 2020 at 5:15 PM Thanks, L. J. I had the pleasure of visiting Spain when I was 21, but oddly the inspiration came from our planting of fruit trees yesterday. Though none of them are orange trees, I long to partake of fresh fruit in a couple years.