Poem: Delicious

Smooth, silky, dark
Plump, cupped in my hand
Brushing with my lips, sinking teeth in
Tangy, slick, cool
Melting, and sweet
Licking the last traces from the center.

Summer plums are truely delicious.
Bounty of the mother.


Written in my Livejournal on 06/09/2009


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Posted on 2012/06/11, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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