Photography from Something Was Hungry by scott2608
I saw her just before dusk,
She was ripe with seduction,
But it was late, she would last;
Tomorrow I would taste her.
That night my dreams teased me,
With her sweet nectar on my tongue
Her embrace warm and inside her
Our flesh pressed with urgent desires.
She was so wet as I caressed,
Dancing across her skin
Tickling her within, and
Pushing her to virgin limits.
With pleasure I would free her.
The tease built, and lust
Journeyed my every limb,
And dreams fed my desires.
As the sun glanced above the trees,
Casting shadows off to the breeze,
I buzzed, rushing to her fruit;
Her broad curves of seduction.
I approached nervously, as if
I had never tasted taboo fruits,
But suddenly I was a fallen:
Her perfect shape, corrupted
She was not untouched,
Torn open, her nectar lost
No seeds to sow, no flesh
For me to press against.
I comforted her, with gentle hands
But her hurt was baleful
In a sour moment, she was gone,
My bittersweet desire, who?
I saw the fly still in the orange, looking around for something and this idea just came to be. Thanks to Scott for his photo that inspired me to write this piece (hopefully you have enjoyed it).