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In the hot shade of a Eucalyptus tree
I watch you eat a mango.
As your mouth bites down
Into orange flesh,
My eyes fix hungrily upon
A slowly moving tear of juice
That makes its way down your chin.
I am jealous of its sweet touch.
I follow its trail over your neck,
Welling in the slight hollow
Of your throat,
I lick my lips and fancy I can taste
The mingling sweetness of the juice,
And the salt sweat of your skin.
The temptation to touch
Devours my senses.
This burning want, to feel, to taste,
To drink, but the heat makes
A beggar of my desires.
So I sit mute, throat parched and dry,
Craving your juice stained lips…
2/17/2006 12:37 pm
Lovely. What a vision this creates.|
2/17/2006 1:07 am