Sweet juice drips
from a ripened wedge,
invites my tongue
to pull loose from my mouth,
delve deep
into this pulsing pit
of sweet, succulent flesh,
moist and beckoning
for attention, adoration
to be eaten, devoured,
swallowed whole,
Tahiti taken by tempest,
wave after wave of passion
crashing,lashing sun kissed shores
which curve and call
to be washed away,
inundated and overcome
by natural calamity
to become a myth
to ascend the heavens
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