Fruits of Passion

Desire grips with the strength of all that is known and felt

The Fruits of Passion

 By Jack Ivey

 

As extended branches test my hunger

I grip the fruit you have become

Ripened as the winds go streaming

 

Slashing through my tussled hair

Yon branches quickly to defend

Though fight I must if I shall have you

 

This fruit is tempting, young and pure

Through its flesh my teeth they probe

Delicious as the love of life does grow each spring

 

Dripping down my chin, the juices

Of every one that has disallowed

Sweeter when the bowl is full, unable to take in much more

 

I beg, I reach, I grasp, I claw

Your vibrant eyes they look away

These roots are strong, holding tight to every probe

 

Tighter still I feel the warmth

It covers me in splendor spent

I lie beneath your locks so soft and beautiful as is the dawn

 

Touch me deep inside my soul

This claim is but a fabled speech

My love to linger till the approaching sun

 

The fruits of passion fill the senses

Tastier than is the thigh

Forming in the minders fashion

 

This is why my beating heart cries

Tears of joy as are your lips

Countless times my dreams have fallen well inside

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Author's Note

Ripe for the picking

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Magnificent, sensual in a pure sense.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much

[Marie]

Delicious.

[Jack...]

Thank you