"FRUITS AND PASSION"
Like an apple that grows from a tree
I wait for a love to enjoy me,
to partake in what I have to give,
for it is what I need to live.
A lover plucks me from the ground, where I sat just waiting,
Now he holds me, anticipating.
His mouth waters and his eyes grow wide,
for he has a craving and needs what I keep inside.
Then with his hands around me, so tenderly he grasps,
so passionately, I feel his breath before his mouth clasps,.
And with all of my senses aroused ,as he brings me to full pleasure,
my juices fill his mouth, his face,
as he continues to get his treasure!
My flesh rips apart, and sweet juices stream,
and with delight, I start to scream.
He comes back for more, and I gladly open up to him,
Who said that eating the fruit of love was a sin?
Feeding furiously, till there is little left, he has loved me to the core,
To then be gently set aside, for there is no more.
Yet his hunger carries him away to another, craving more,
As my lifeless, yet satisfied seeds rest on the floor.
But just to know that what I had the pleasure of sharing, and knowing
Is enough to fertilize these seeds, and keep them growing.
For one day I'll come back as an apple tree, and may my love come back to feed on only me,
Always feeding, bearing the fruit he craves to survive,
And feeding him for the rest of his life!
Tis a pity when the fruit craves to be taken,
And the hungry lover's heart has not been shaken!
To enjoy the fruit of passion, and it's nectar so sublime,
As it grows forever deeper, stronger, and fruitful throughout time!
by Catherine R. DeFeo