I watch as
she presses a
sweet cherry
between her lips
runs her tongue
into its
crevice
and devours it
and the pit.
she lets the juice
drip
onto her chest
and
she has saved
the soft
green stem,
which she knots
in her mouth
and places on my bare knee.
I paint my mind
across her face;
peach cheeks,
icy eyes,
stony
self
assuredness.
and all I want
is her
cherry kiss.
to
catch
the juiced drip
before her
nipple
and
whisper
into her skin.
my breath would be
fruity
and my words
sweet.
