S ucculent nectar of full plumped peach
laid bare engorged deliciousness
peeled open in promised sweet delight
ecstatic vision of tender flesh
tart sweet tingle at tip of tongue
such sweetness surely is taboo
my mouth thrills at the juicy pulp
my lips glisten sweetest nectar’s dew
breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses teased and tantalized
my mouth devours the dripping treat
again and again ‘til satisfied
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Delicious description of eating a fruit (I had in my mind peach, but you don’t ever say what fruit it is).
Glad you enjoyed it Tom… 🙂
This one is so sensual. Well done.
Thank you De! 🙂
This is beautiful!
Thank you Lucy! 🙂
Nice done by another peach lover.
Can’t get ‘nuff-dem peaches Ron! 🙂
We’re talking about peaches, right? Is it hot in here?
Yeah, peaches, sure Xan — peaches. 🙂
A very sweetly erotic write, Rob!
Thsnk you Dwight… 🙂
Mmmmm…. that is exactly how I feel about peaches!
Nothing like a sweet peach!
Sounds like you devoured that sweet peach…
Great musical choice
Thank you True! Sahhhhhhhhhhhhhhde… 🙂
Sounds like you were really enjoying yourself with the peach, Rob 🙂
Luv me a good peach Lisa… 😉
Hmmm. Now I understand that peach emoji business a little more! Someone once told me you should eat peaches in the bath, where the juice doesn’t matter!
🙂
Peaches are a sensual fruit and you played with erotic peachy imagery tantalisingly here!
Glad thus resonated Ingrid. I love me a good peach! 🙂
You have NO idea how much I miss peaches!! The crap I get here is hard and … ugh. Last good peach I had was in 2003 from a roadside stand in Arkansas or somewhere. Thank you for this memory.
A good peach seems harder to find these days Ren. Too much of tho produce one gets from the grocer is picked before it’s fully ripe to lessen spoilage. However, the thing about peaches, and fruit in general, is one needs to pick them at the peak of ripeness — and eat them immediately. Anything short of that and taste and texture are simply less.
I saw the title and immediately thought of Sade. Back in the eighties, I saw her in concert on Clapham Common. A peach of a sensuous poem, Rob, on the verge of erotic! I especially love the alliterative ‘tart sweet tingle at tip of tongue’ – zingy!
I find Sade to be mesmerizing, mysterious, and exotically erotic. I also find the eating and texture of certain fruits to be a most sensual oral experience Kim — peaches certainly being one… nectarines, strawberries, plums, watermelons, oranges, any fleshy juicy fruit is a very satisfying experience. This includes a lover’s passionate kiss!
Luscious description, Rob, makes the mouth water.
A ripe perfect peach will do that K… 🙁
awesome poem, Rob. makes me want to have peach!
Thznk you! Be my guest RoseMarie… 🙂
What a sensual poem! And a sensual image! Now I want a peach to gorge on 🙂
Bon ap·pé·tit Sunra… 🙂
And of course, you have to bring Sade to your feast… I would love to have myself some peaches after reading this.
If only Sade would come to my peach party Bjorn… 😉
This poem is taboo the best kind of sweet taboo.
😉
This is absolutely stellar writing, Rob 😀 I especially like; “tart sweet tingle at tip of tongue such sweetness surely is taboo.” Yes!
Thank you! The sweetest taboo Sanaa… 🙂
So unlike Prufrock you did eat the peach, and enjoy it too 😀 .
Oh yes Kate, eat and eat (I prefer mine fuzzless) and eat until I have had my fill — or my fill has me. Prufrock turned out to be a wimp, with regard to the juicy pezch. He preferred to moon over the unattainable mermaid sea-girls. Strangs fellow.