Overripe

I am overripe
Soft skin, kissed by peach fuzz
Caramelizing in the sun
Tender beneath your exploring hands
Accepting nuzzles to my navel
And the brush of your lips across my cheeks.
You squeeze me passionately, between the pads of your fingers
Moulding me beneath your palm
As your mouth opens wide to taste and devour me.
You’re rewarded with sweet juices. Ambrosia.
Nectar from the Goddess herself.
She is fertile and hungry.
She is overripe.