Sweetest Taboo


 

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


 

40 thoughts on “Sweetest Taboo”

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

    1. 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.

  3. 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!

    1. 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!

  4. And of course, you have to bring Sade to your feast… I would love to have myself some peaches after reading this.

    1. 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.

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