Watching you sweat like a chilled peach,
I suddenly have this desire to eat,
lavishing in the soft textured flesh,
acquainting my teeth with its tenderness.
You may gush,
your juices spilling down my chin,
meandering along your chosen mountain
on your tempestuous mission.
I imagine you’re just as sweet
as this delicate fruit,
to counter indelible hunger.
Oh heavenly body,
symbol of all things fresh and juicy,
tempting and tasty,
bring my senses into harmony.
Release from the temperate regions of my imagination,
that fruit which forms the root of temptation,
for lust eats at my core,
worming through my defenses,
eager to repeat Adam & Eve’s offences.