- Erotic Poetry
- A Fig
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A fig inspires awe
when eaten slowly. Raw.
Parting softbud flower,
lapping there, posthaste.
Inhaling her musky power,
& savoring every taste.
Consuming – in a sense –
may seem over bold
but this subtle quince,
has fleshy depths untold.
We've all surely heard
[& hung on every word.]
“Good things come,
to those who wait.”
It's this exotic plum
that I so long to sate.
Parted, tongue within,
kissing slit-to-maw.
Yes, lips to lips akin,
a fig inspires awe.
- COMMENTS
Paul4play10 months agoYes, this poem is so very true!
I have two fig tress and a wife who loves oral.
My life is good….
