Fruit of the Gods

Fruit of the Gods

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Deep luscious purple globes.
Dangling sweetly from well-tended vines.
Glistening with morning's first dew
Plucked gently from fruited stems.
Rich scented air wafting upwards.
Fruit pressed coolly against ruby soft lips,
Then crushed between pearled teeth.
Nectar of the sweetest kind
Flowing over velvet taste buds.
Fructose-laden juices pleasuring the senses.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Judy Ponceby
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spoiled sweet juicy tempting grapes! I want them now haha.. delicious poem :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Now I want to recline beside the bathing pool while toga-clad young Roman nymphs hand-feed me grapes! (It's good to be king)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Delicious poetry. Exquisite exhibition of poetic skills. This one's really juicy judy. I can taste it as i read it. Sweet and fruity. Grapes. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is such a lovely write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Makes me feel a litttle warm around the ears--
Nicely done.
Enjoyed the dance, thank you.:-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Amazing... A vivid flow of thoughts.



Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh wow..........now let's get So What to read this one..........Sensuous and oh so beautiful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Grape eating made really hot.
But then, I guess my Roman ancestors always believed that this was an erotic activity; were fond of pressing 'em down and storing the juice in barrels for a while, too.
Vivid images; lyrical style. A great read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm still waiting here in Michigan. Plants are still hiding away waiting for a warm day. A beautiful poem. The description create a very good vision. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on April 3, 2011
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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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