149: Fruits

149: Fruits

How sweet the fruits of love must be
They begin to bloom in the spring
And then in the summer, shall bear fruit
The sweet juice of your peach runs down your chin

I’ll sit by your side, watch rapt,
Hold your hand in mine like lovers would
Let silent screams consume me
While you indulge in the fruits of love

It is with sadness that I say
I may never be able to understand
What the fruits of love are or can be
With envy I will desire your knowledge

How sweet the fruits of love must be
How sweet it is that lovers can hold each other
Whisper sweet nothings into ears
How sickeningly sweet

 

~ Serendipitous

 

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