Eat of My Fruit

Come eat of my fruit

luscious nectar

let it satisfy your craving,

its essence is love.

Let the beloved find me

on the path of love’s desire,

fragrant with passion,

for time will come to fruition in

a fulfillment of yearning,

awash in a sea of never-ending

embraces.

For the heart never rests

until its beloved is near —

my lips a honeyed welcome,

creative movements —

an elixir of womanly goodness.

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