φ  Passion Fruit  φ

   
Inspired by and dedicated to the erotica of RainC:    
        
      ".....taking his place, erasing space    
      touching myself, there in that silky slit    
      where he tailor-made a home    
      for his hardened conceit....    
   
      ....I see him"    
   
   
your hands, sweet lady.....    
     
…..slender fingers grasp    
the base of my full,      
hanging,  
basket    
of fruit    
     
pulling,  tugging    
gentle friction,      
slight contradiction    
     
earthy, natural colors.......    
     
…brilliant orange, scarlet    
freshly teased, squeezed    
you have bent my tree    
and I am down upon my knees    
     
gently, firmer, tighter    
your inspired lust for me   
pending a strong release...    
     
…exquisitely done    
with great finesse    
a euphoria found only    
in milady's sensual caress    
     
languishing    
long    
slow    
methodical........strokes    
ascending the length    
of my long φ plantain φ    
bruising my brownish-yellow skin    
up and    
down and    
up again.....    
     
a sweet ripening abounds,    
taste me    
heavy, long and hanging down    
bittersweet drops of Jupiter    
falling down my    
thick, twisted vine......    
     
…...beautiful rainmaker    
you absolutely blow my mind    
     
so    
     
play with me.......    
     
…handle me    
taste me      
with your full lips    
and deep brown eyes    
capturing the juices      
that drip from the tip of your tongue    
the length of days      
and even longer nights.....    
     
…squeeze me,    
shake the leaves from my tree    
it pleases me...    
   
echoing a banshee's scream    
free this wanton beast      
locked inside the burning soul of      
me......    
     
…plant my seed      
deep within your    
moist and fertile space    
wrapped up in spent, brown skin    
no beginning, no end    
handsome serpent bearing fruit    
make it live once again.....    
     
…the essence of Eve    
indulge in my sweetest,      
most decadent sin    
     
with gentle hands,      
fondle the passion....    
     
.....of my fruit