Grapes
“Your fine, flawless flesh
And your sweet aroma, so fresh
Is all that I desire.
You right here is all I require
Your delicious taste against my lips
Without it my heart is in strips
It is the only thing I’ll ever need
And what will allow my mind to be freed.
I long to see you mature
Time is nothing but a trial to endure
My wish is to watch you dry
Under the sun, way up in the sky
Your body is cold, my dear
My warm hands are right here
Your soft, chili touch on my skin
Makes me wonder what could have been.”
Copyright © Jake Emmons | Year Posted 2015
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