I Crave to Save and yet...(I.P.)
By Silver Spun Sand
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Pick them, fresh from the vine;
Moneymaker, Cherry,
Plum or Beefsteak...
how I just adore to sink
my teeth into their carmine flesh,
to feel their zest against my cheek –
that ‘zing’ that thrills my tongue.
Juice dribbles down my chin...
my dress, but I could care less;
a Yellow Pygmy, a Black Russian,
or a Boxcar Willy, I’m not fussed.
I am addicted to their taste,
their look, their smell.
Sometimes, I suck them
dry to leave their skins
an empty, crinkled shell
but what the hell! They’re
finger-lickin’ good.
Yielding, rich and ripe
just ready for plucking;
cradled in my hand
such unadulterated joy!
Whether pulped, or fried
or even stuffed, I crave to save
at least a few for tomorrow,
but of some things
a hot-blooded girl like me
can never get enough.
To fondle them is ecstasy!
Well ain’t that so, Big Boy?
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Hi Tina, this is brilliant,
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When things are so good, one
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Well, Tina, I found your
TVR
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Hi Tina, A completely
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This is great - reminds me
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