Smoothy Little Fruit Thing

Smooth as satin to fingertips
and sweet as honey to your lips,
this little fruit thing just for you,
lusting love's fervent rendezvous.

Licking languages 'pon my skin,
lost to tides that engulf within.
I am yours, a passionate muse,
take me, make me, I'm yours to use.

Naked flesh to embrace and kiss.
Bring the fire of spirited bliss.
Darling lover, my master of love,
give me the things I'm dreaming of.

You, the music which makes me sing.
Play this little smoothy fruit thing.
Tantalize and tease, spread me wide.
Let your notes of love slip inside.

Yield your sweetness between my thighs.
Spark a burning fire in my eyes.
Your sweet tongue sliding all around.
At last, the bliss of love I've found.

Little love flicks to taste and tease.
My moans and sighs and endless pleas.
Body arching and hips that rise.
Passion bursting a thousand cries.

"O! Yes! Mmmmm! O! That's where it's at.
Please don't stop! Give me more of that!"
God! My wetness is spilling fast.
Suck me, taste me. I'm yours at last.

Reviews

[Jibey]

Deliciously frank and abandoned... I loved the flow of your words... the flow

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh my! I thought this was going to be about a blended drink of fruits and milk perhaps?

It was quite more then that though wasn't it!
Very nice writing here Linda, thanks for sharing.

Antonio xx

[Susan]

OH my! This is really good...I can just visualize the entire scene...very good....got me wet.

[Pax Analog]

Thanks for the gift.

The tasty tonality of this luscious treat is playful, a quality I'm beginning to appreciate in you, having registered more serious filigrees heretofore.

Quite lyrical too, of course. I amuse myself noting it matches meter of a hip-hop or soldierly call-and-response. Methinks it's a Peace Army "Make Love Not War" anthem.

At the very least, it is a wonderful dessert, parfait of passion, "Smoothy Little Fruit Thing."

Altogether as good humor-inducing and delectable as you, darlin'.

[Twilight]

This is Linda writing true to form. Her intelligent combination of beautiful imagery and erotica, are always a pleasure for the reader. And as so often with this writer's poetry, the entire piece is provided with a genuine structure and rhythm.

I noticed that it was not allocated a "mature" rating. However, by today's standards, perhaps it is not regarded as explict by the writer? It is clear that this poem is a homage to the pleasures of physical love. But unlike many other writers of erotica, Linda does not resort to crudity.

I enjoyed her musical references in regard to making love. There are also many passionate moments in this piece! Nice writing, Linda. Don't ever stop!

[David Lewis Paget]

Wo! And what can one say to that? An absolutely mesmerising journey into areas of lust and desire.
I feel like a little kid with an empty dish - More please!