Looks are glances laden with longing
little Alphonso mangos, waiting to be taken
Reach up pluck
slice it open
what lies within
the morass of a soul
ripe, oozing and oh so sweet
Dip thy hand, lift up the juices
three fingers will suffice, dig into the flesh.
Taste, chew and swallow
A slow smile as the flavours explode on the tongue
golden yellow and full of the sunshine wrapped in the fruit
She sprawls there in the rattan chair
Under the slowly beating fan.
The fetid air, hung over and clammy ,
a body needs to divest itself
Open up One and see inside
the writhings of My desires she looks again
and watches the world at the window
peering to look at her violation
who shall be first
Should not He be the One
Stay the hands
He opened the door.
watched as He tied her to the bed
and sat by her side
soothing her matted brow
as her violation continued
That long line ne'er diminishing
and she only had eyes for her One.
is this what He wanted?
How long the testing?
legs akimbo, spread
lips open and pulsating
gasping for more, more, more
like a fish gaping for air
out of its element
what Must she do
she was willing to do what He asked
her friends all came watched and sighed
Yet none held her save her One.
and she did
He inhaled and smiled
Knew then He smelled her fear, at first
And as the minutes dragged to hours
He smelled her capitulation.
That flush of pinkness giving way to the puffy lips of red
raw and moist
Watched the feather slowly trailing down
describing lazy circles as the fan
slowly beat the fetid air
Strong her smell
she was His
but she smiled.
He was hers