the beginning

red as a raspberry
waiting to be plucked
full of juice
that ran down his
arm when
gently, he placed his
thumb and index fingers
on the plump
ripe fruit
rolling,
testing,
feeling the
readiness of the
berry

tugged from
the bush,
the tip of his
tongue peeking through
his teeth in
concentration of his
delicate task
anticipating
the delicious nectar
slowly sliding down
his tongue to his throat
making him grow
from the
vibrant juice...
slowly he takes her
into his
mouth
Joy!!!
. . . the explosion of
the best she had to give
it was his to
remember
her
by