how treasured the luscious mango
full lips seek only the sweetest flesh
in strands of sun drenched gold
pull from stone; slip and hold
eyes laugh, I behold
the succulence of you
in your scented,ripened lair
but ...shall you share?
.
juice runs down the chin
glance invites a nectarous sin
papaya proclaims
it’s time to begin
.
tauntingly, we hesitate
transfixed as
fruit flies congregate
their syrup souls to immolate