Fun Fruit
Oh, those bows - luscious, red and succulent, plucked from your visage
Like an apple from The Tree ... tempting and yet devilish!
Fruits, sugary and glistening, ripe and plump to perfection ...
Rain-drenched, I drink deep the dewy sweetness,
Sampling your moist, dappled lips, but oh,
Such is to savor these delicacies,
That my hunger only grows ...
I long for more ...
Yes, I desire ...
So much ...
MORE ...
* THIRD PLACE in the "Melting Snowball" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor. *
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