526. Untitled - July 21, 2002
The summer heat burns
in a slow blaze
against the ripe flesh
of peach gold.
As the rum soaks into
hardened surfaces,
everything takes on
a different haze --
sweetened by time
and tempered by heat.
It is a slow burn
that gradually melts away
everything between
the top
and the hidden core,
until all that's left
is the red center
rigid to the touch.
Every bite sends a cascade
of juices
dripping down all sides,
eyes playfully watching
as the explosion of taste
overwhelms everything else.
Sharp nibbles
combined with a steady suction
yields fruity flesh
in a wild combination.
The last bites
end with a low hum
of happiness,
where the flush of red
has faded to pale peach.
Peachy Keen
ripened and luscious
open before me
awaiting the tasting
it's honeyed center
free, ample
mine for the taking
seductive sweet-scented juices flow.
I swoon
at the fragrance
unsteady,
thrown off balance
dizzied.
a priceless gift,
nature's Summer bounty,
you bring out
hedonistic tendencies
with your voluptuousness
and silken flesh -
so smooth; bursting.
Modest, your gift is endless
you answer a desire
nourish a need.
whet other appetites.
One more nibble -
just one more succulent sip
of your nectar -
Then I will be satisfied
until the next time.
© Ellie Maziekien
072102
527. Untitled - July 22, 2002
Tongue tied,
watching as one after another
red globes
drop with lingering
lassitude
into dark depths
and waiting hunger.
Every bit splits into halves
with the easiest of times;
until everything is finally
vanquished,
and hunger is satiated once more.
A sudden display
of agility
sees all fruits
swallowed whole;
puffed cheeks,
silent looks
yield naught,
except for the naked core,
and tied stem,
neatly wrapped
around one another.
Who Am !?
Rosy-cheeked and firm bodied,
the taste of you lingers on my tongue.
The juxtaposition of crisp coolness
and tangy sweetness
is alluring;
teeth nibble at white flesh;
a blast of juice
spurts upward
sprinkling my face.
Lifting you to my lips
I savor your offering again
sure in the knowledge
that you are a delicacy
I can come back to
Winter and Spring,
Summer and Autumn
and you will always delight.
© Ellie Maziekien
072202
528. Untitled - July 22, 2002
As the hues darken from bright red
to dusk purple,
everything tightens
along a single point,
until it is ripe
beyond bursting.
Continued sunshine
sees a burst of freckles
across the top;
dimpling smooth flesh
once more.
Each bite
is a miniature explosion
of sensation
and taste
that melts across
yearning tastebuds
like chocolate
on hot flesh.
The plumpness recedes
and gives way to soft flesh,
painted in hues
of red and orange;
like the sunset of a summers' day.
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tiny cardinal dainties
heart shaped bursts of Summer,
delight the tastebuds
with sweetness.
each perfect specimen
in its jaunty green cap
inspires, not just to nakedness,
but to disguise.
cool, pleasant and aromatic
in its natural state,
it becomes something
utterly sensual
when draped in its mantle
of dark, luscious,
succulent richness
melting on the tongue
in an upsurge of pure
sensuality.
© Ellie Maziekien
072202
529. Untitled - July 22, 2002
A variance from large purple orbs
to small blue centers
draws the sweetness
from within.
Every splash of colour
against pale white
casts an indelible mark forever.
Without hurry,
small globes cast themselves
willingly
into a creamy waterfall,
where they are covered
in milky white.
Every swallow
becomes a burst of elation,
senses reeling
from the contrast
between the sweet tang
and crisp cream.
Scandalous
A deep cleft divides
the curved, smooth surface,
a lovely golden, tinted with rose;
the honeyed sweetness
leaves a delicate trace on my lips.
The flesh is luscious,
drenching me with juices
dazzling me with
alluring tastes, enthralling aromas
exploding on my tongue,
flooding my palate
awakening an appreciation
of the finer things in life,
and a burning desire
for further exploration.
© Ellie Maziekien
072302
530. Untitled - July 23, 2002
As the weather cools,
and appetites diminish,
a melange of colours pass this way,
sharply cut globes of varying hue,
honeyed yellow - crisp in taste
but yielding to a firm touch,
or pale orange - carrying
exotic tinges of sweetness.
Everything becomes drenched
into the slickest of sauces;
where honey does not compare;
every bite of stickiness
followed by a slight nibble;
all the juices become mixed
into an ambrosia not to be found.
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the nubby texture,
like skin with gooseflesh
appearing at a touch
hides the golden center
which, when opened,
yields a revelation
of unmatched fascination;
each sector
supplying
a perfect package
of pleasure.
© Ellie Maziekien
072302
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