organic fruits

twisting the pale neck

of a soft lie

like bread for a side plate

at a corner table

in the back of a dim-lit

restaurant

focusing on the meal’s

fatty succulence

and the sex of red wine

as it coils in the glass

like a 

provoked snake

watching her lips move

saying something delicious

about organic fruits

and the true tastes of

nature’s pleasures

somewhere overseas

I have dessert planned

and its all over her skin

on her tongue, breasts

and groin…

the anticipation is

sweet and slippery

and graduating to

aromas

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