Dark, his skin beckons
Me to taste and slice the meat
Off, enriched with goodness
Only the heart can savour
Though through the tongue
Its bitter-sweetness reigns
Alike a king
Sweet, pungent and killing
Acidic, the flowing juice, a
Reminiscent of past joys

Sweet renderings, tis sweet as honey
This love I miss amidst
tasting pleasures, none have I miss
amidst displeasures
the groins of nature plucked
like raisins sweet ready
to be squashed and trampled
like bodies intertwine

How beauty colours the brazen
Jars in winter pure, hardened
Embracing juice in dark cellars
A succulent affair
That drenches the body warm to
Silent madness of twirls, spirals
And dances... meshed between
Blood and soul..

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