By terry
Date: 9 June 2000
Consuming Paradise
Consuming Paradise
The rose blushed flesh yields to my tentative touch
Anticipation reigns supreme
As my mouth involuntarily starts to salivate
Taste already a ghost against the palate
Slippery, wet, my tongue touches heaven
As the ripe, decadent scent wafts directly into the brain
My senses are overwhelmed with sensation
As the flavor arouses every deep appetite within
God, how I love to eat mangoes in the morning.
6/08/00
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