Apricots

 

My eyes are full of apricots

Each one is honey ripe, the dew runs down

My fingers with each one I split

Her flesh is sensual, drenching wet and warm

Seductively succulent to the core

Sometimes the worm is there by the stone

To partake in the formidable feast

He never refuses to wave hello

Even when my desire compels me to devour

Whether she withstands the pelting spring hail

Or crashes to earth after a whooshing gale

Cracking her delicate skin

Apricot entices, she wears a golden grin

Then she giggles in ecstasy of the caress

Before thrusting her lover into sublime nirvana

 

Copyright © Christian Garbis 2008

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