Naranja


Sip the sweet
Juice of life,
Of love.

Spilled from eyes
Simmering with promise,
With surprise.

Just breathe.

Tongue trails
Traced over lips,
Ripe expectancy.

Slowly

Lick my thoughts,
Tart and tame,
Ice and flame.


Aching
Pooled desire.

Dive.

Immerse

In me.

Copyright © 2005, A. Dannon