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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4529 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Fruit Cocktail Gary Blankenship Fruit Cocktail, Today’s Desert She loves cherries, dark, red, overripe juice drips down her chin like sweet blood without the copper taste. Dreams of pineapple linger - Dangerous and forbidding on the outside; But peel the prickly covering, Rid the spikes from the crown, And heaven awaits. Soft, sweet and succulent To the one willing to risk it all. Bing or Royal Ann. Maraschino or pie, she slurps down the sour, lingers over sweet like starlings in spring. The hedonist’s fantasy - Yielding flesh drips sparkling nectar Spiced with a touch of acid. Risk the burn, Splay golden treasure Across a platter And serve willingly. Watch her tongue as she ties the stem into a lover’s knot, and spits the seed to ring bells across town. Desire's within reach where Bounty of sensual delights overflow. Here, it's all or none. Plunge deeper - Touch, taste, inhale: Devour hungrily As juice drips down your chin. When she is through dining on cherries, she will move on to you to tie your stem in knots and keep your seed. Desire runs fast and high Where flesh and fruit devoured; as you sup, be careful you are not dinner. |
