Saturday, 26 April 2014


He offered  a fig with run-through-my-hair fingers,
Split it with a sex-in-the-afternoon mouth, 
licked seeds from  his ready-to-kiss-tongue.
I smiled  my  maybe-I-will-lips.
His I-want-you-eyes watched as 
I sucked at the juice with take-my-time-lips.
He whispered, ‘Bellissima,’ in an undress-me-voice.
The fruit disappeared, we gazed at the air.
He took a step closer on dance-with-me-feet.
I flashed him a hold-me-tight-smile,
Then  walked from the shop with  an I’ll-be-back-walk. 

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