Fruit Fantasies

I filter blueberries through my fingers

     visions of bruising, crushing

     staining of psyche

     robbing of youth and passion

Stroking satin skin of bananas

     velvety walls encasing lust

     green silk leaves sway in breeze

     swatting the insidious flies

     that take a quick bite

Rolling sun baked apples in my palms

     warning that a serpent lurks

     poisoned thoughts permeating

     beneath that energetic growth

     masked disguise of martyrs

blanketed quilt pillowing peaches

     round voluptuous hips

     warm and earthy

     sensuous to the touch

     begging to be disrobed

fertile strawberries offering their wares

     erotic blushes

     tantalizing offers

     fruit of the gods

     promising bounty

juice of mangoes running down my lips

     oozing on tongue

     tangy as taste of a kiss

     perfumed on its hot spots

     appealing to liquid senses

curling my fingers around melons

     plump maidens ready to be opened

     succulence without words

     betrothed in juicy pledges

     spent rinds left at dawn

peeling the clothing of the grape

     angry and dark, yet

     sweet at the center

     warmth and passion

     in sun-baked wine

Moody blues and sensuality of fruit

     undercover fantasies

     hidden centers

     mood sensitivity

     nectar of pleasure