fresh fruit
ripens best
when caressed,
like your hands
between my breasts.
I am sweet,
too;
seduce me
like
fruit
like strawberries
in august,
my flesh begs
for your breath
upon it
my fig lips
lilt
sweetly
for your kiss;
they
are ripe
for
picking.
paw my
papaya
between your
palms
and
lick
the sexy
slick
pit
and notice
how black
centers
summon
nectar;
they
beckon
and
beg
to be
fed.
