COLD NIPS/PERSIMMON

They are little, red waxed candy dots
on this mound of goose-spotted skin,
and I like them in
their heightened, altered state:
red-waxed, yet purple when annoyed
or haphazardly overjoyed.

These are round like my outdoor persimmon,
equally unexplored by myself in daily regimen.

They are about to sag without the nag
of restriction from the lady form jurisdiction,
the black-lace fare.

Cold, Tuscan red nips are the delicate bits,
just spotting them makes me forget my station.
I want him to touch, taste and hold them.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s