tagErotic PoetryWe Are The Fruit

We Are The Fruit


their liquor
drips from pink blossoms
sticky moist
slow roasted in
peach wine
oozing from periwinkle kisses
soaked in the sweetness
of orange bud honey
mounds ripple in the
heat of raw nectar
and the flutter of the fey
dip into the pink folds
of drunken honey combs

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