FIG TREE

                 

     Strolling in a garden, I bent
     And stooped beneath a branch.
     Looking up I saw
     Two swollen sacks, swaying,
      With darkened skins unwrinkling,
 
     Tapered above but bulging below,
     Suspended before my eyes.
     Sagging with the burden
     Of their sweet seeds inside
     About to burst,

     I cupped one in my hand. 
     Warm bulb, heavy in my palm,
     I dared to stroke my fingers down
     As my thumb rolled up
     In a gentle squeeze and whispered:

     "Dare I pull you close to me,
     To tease you with my breath,
     Draw you in beyond my kisses,
     Hold you captive with my teeth
     And caress you with my tongue?
   
     "Right now, would you again retreat
     (Instinctively to hide,
     Unable to endure such pleasure
     And NOT be in control) or
     Surprise me with your trust?"
 

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Should this be erotica .?