Dining Out

she

lies

spread-eagled

on my

bed

her

tidy

tapestry on

display

i dive

into

that neatness –

her folds

grow

plump

like

ripe fruit

ripe fruit

that is –

devoured

and

destroyed

ripe fruit

that expels

seeds

that wealth

between

her thighs

branded me

an adulterer

life was so simple

before

I feasted

on her

riches –

aromatic

ripe fruit

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