a nibble
on the skin,
exploring
tongue.
flesh succumbs
to the pink
organ; he
tests.
there flows from
the crevice
a tangy
juice.
he laps it,
his taste buds
dancing a
tango.
the wet lips
part, sending
him into
ecstacy.
the seed comes
into his mouth;
by chance he
swallows.
ah, what joy,
what delight,
the zest of
an orange.
6 comments:
Oh, I know that joy. Beautifully done. Thanks.
A clever twist of orange at the end there, too :-)
Love it!
Zesty! Clever! Great job!
zest of an orange. nice
I enjoyed reading your profile below too; defining who you are
Great poem, I can taste that orange :)
and see the bright happy colors!
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