Tomato
Was the colour
Of
The woven fibers
You wore
Against
The smooth flesh
Of
Your muscular frame
And
As if
You had become
That vine ripened fruit
I wanted
To devour you
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A very fluid, tasteful and delightful poem to read. You can almost feel and taste the bright red tomatoes served in the delicious poem. Nice stuff! Keep telling truth, with zeal, zest and gusto.
Thank you!
Sizzling, sensual – brilliant poem!
lovely and delicious!
and also thank you for stopping by my corner 🙂
cheers!
Thanks to you too!
gives me goose bumps… I want to devour him too.
I’m happy I could inspire you 🙂