Ripe Fruits

 Hungry like anything and I want to eat

Thirsty like anything and I want to drink

your breasts, so warm; your eyes so calm

I feel it tied into my hands; I love it

I want to smell your hair, neck and back

as it drips from forehead, covering red lips,

even if I don’t know how to kiss on them;

Though, I have never embrace you before

I want you to peel away everything

until you become bare, standing nude

slowly, then all at once to glance;

Soon to pick and eat your ripe fruits

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI