By Gala
Date: 3 August 2000
Mango Mad
The skin of the fruit dented softly
when my finger touched it.
I brought the mango close to my nose,
inhaled---
yes.
Not merely ready---
perfect.
I found a sharp knife
sliced carefully
and licked my fingers to catch the juice
oh sweet---
and as i sank my teeth into the luscious pulp
I was suddenly kissing you again
that first time.
The fruit teased my tongue--
like you did
and it took restraint
to section each piece
absorb every bit of taste,
and move on slowly.
I was a lady--------
save for the gleeful way
i licked my fingers
and I was kissing you
and being kissed
and that's something
you simply can't do
with an apple.
Hmmmmmmmmm.........luscious.
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