My Favorite Fruit

My favorite fruit
is between your thighs
And if I could
have those depths
that furnace cherry core,
soft and hot
a poisonous berry,
you'd ache and
burn for
my tongue to implore
and meet the swells
of your arching hips
And want me to take you,
need me, to leave
you drowning
and bleeding into
oblivion
the lovliest honey would
pass against my
mouth as sugar
or some sweetness
Unattained
could seep and drive me into
madness for your flesh
And I'd sink my
incisors
across your lip and know
your screech and moan
for the wicked
teeth which brought
you your
very first onslaught.