Cognoscenti of The Flesh

Cognoscenti of The Flesh

Indulging my senses with it's maturity,
I admire the delicate fuzz covered skin,
Finger tips contemplate it's perfect shape,
While I breath sweet aroma of ripe rounded fruit.

I anticipate the sugary nectar,
To slowly trickle from parted guardian peel,
Gleefully dance on my tongue,
Roll down my chin and neck,
Coaxed by soft nudges of delicate flesh.