Fruits of Passion

Fruits of Passion

A Poem by Jack...

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


© 2013 Jack...

Author's Note

Ripe for the picking

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Magnificent, sensual in a pure sense.

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Thank you so much

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Added on January 11, 2013
Last Updated on March 13, 2013
Tags: Love, Desire, Passion



San Antonio, TX

Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..


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