Sweet interlude

how treasured the luscious mango

full lips seek only the sweetest flesh

in strands of sun drenched gold

pull from stone; slip and hold

eyes laugh, I behold

the succulence of you

in your scented,ripened lair

but ...shall you share?

.

juice runs down the chin

glance invites a nectarous sin

papaya proclaims

it’s time to begin

.

tauntingly, we hesitate

transfixed as

fruit flies congregate

their syrup souls to immolate

18 thoughts on “Sweet interlude”

      1. The cupids are always here. My husband brings me a fresh flower each week. He has for decades. He is a hopeless romantic! Alas, I am a pragmatist, but somehow we fit together! May you have a day filled with love and laughter! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  1. I mean, come on… Where has THIS Diana been? Could you please strum your guitar to these lines and sing them, for this sounds like a lovely song to me!
    I shall be as bold to say this this is one of my favourites from The Wandering Armadillo…
    Looks like someone has wandered into the land of sensuous sandy beaches and sinful succulent fruits… ❤😘💕
    Loved this to the absolute core!
    Best poem I’ve EVER read on desire!

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