Passion Fruit

Come
Pluck the ripest of my fruit.
Take a bite.
Droplets of juice.
Rolling and dripping
From your chin.
Bite it again.
And again.

Relieving my pressure
Gripping my reigns
Concoction of pleasure
mixed with pain..
Come down baby
Like beads of rain..
Sounds of my moisture
saying your name..

The tears of ecstasy fall
down my face
Between my breast,
Your insatiable appetite
Shows that there
will be no rest.

Beads of sweat
race down your back.
Humid air suffocating
this passionate act.
We’re approaching the peak
of our rendezvous..
I am smitten
And
Surrendering
my all to you.

As we bask in the bliss
of our unified collision.
We’ve cum to reach
a mutual decision.
You’ll claim the tree
and dig up the roots,
Of which
you’ve tasted
the ripest of fruits.