Fruit Phantasies

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