Cherry Tomato

Delicate skin
fleshy bulb
petite royalty.
So soft, so small.
Plump, round, majestic
lingering on green vine.
Shine beneath Apollo’s rays!
Blood as red as your own
pulses through my body
now, my gaze fixed on you.
I lust for the truth you hold,
but I know you will not satisfy
intellectual hunger
(for I know this is not the reason I desire you).
I would be fulfilled if only
I could lay you upon my lips,
let you plunge into my mouth,
close you in this toothy vice,
and drink the cool gush of your decimation.

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