ripe

your days of waiting end here my treasure
look at what you have done for me
fleshy and soft patiently glistening in the sun
it is at the valley of your mounds I am transfixed.
it is darker there even sacred a crack that is spreading
delighted warmth washes over me as you are so ripe
a moist scarlet flower is blooming just for me
we exclusively share the secret of your contents
you have been saving and nurturing it just for me
you are ready and we know you crave being tasted
this is why you are splitting open now as I stare at you
your debt is owed and I am here to collect
my dry tongue rises in my mouth, I am hungry
I want to linger in appreciation but I can not sustain
Aching to soothe this parched feeling it is time
extended now, my hand slowly reaches you
my hands tickle and slide over your skin with expectation
your virgin mind reeling the anticipation must be torture
take comfort in knowing that once you feel my mouth
all that you have been will be over and you will be mine
I take in one last breath, and slowly release it as approach
my lips press against yours ever so gently and pause
slowly my tongue slides out past my lips and invade you
your skin rolls back in surrender as I taste your meat
I am enraptured in your exquisite flavor and begin to suck
the smoothness of my tongue melds into your aching
savoring and flicking my tongue searching for that place
yes that place nestled deep in the valleys I am tasting
my tongue wanders and glides towards your last virginal place
from side to side I peel back the flesh and dig in deeper
there it is your last bit of firm resistance my tongue races in
stabbing, assaulting, devouring, suckling, slurping, chewing
you are defeated releasing all tension I feel you quiver and collapse
juices dripping down my hands and over my face in gushes
I drink you in as I feel your final surrender as you fall onto the ground
as I stare down at your remains I can’t help but say out loud
there is nothing like an over ripe peach eaten straight off the tree…
Nothing.