Love Apples (Poetry)

You dangle your temptation
from a warm, sun-dappled bough;
blush, rosy-ripe and ready,
yet innocent, somehow,
of deliberate seduction
as you hang your freckled fruit,
pendulous with promise,
your attraction absolute.

Cool moonbeams haunt love’s orchard,
silvertone our touching limbs;
my hands caress your smoothness,
wet lips adore your skin
as I suck on juicy August,
taste its roundness with my tongue,
smell the air - its clean vibrations
where your sweet perfection swung.

Succulent and glossy,
I fondle your firm flesh,
peel back your sun-kissed colours
and lovingly undress
the object of my passion -
the sin I must explore -
give in to lust and eat you,
mouthwateringly raw.