I push the leaves aside, unwrapping their treasure.
The berries glint, knowing they are
Richer than caviar, more perfect than pearls,
Darker than sin.
Black, eager eyes glisten desperately,
Begging for my caress.
I let my hand drift through their dark tresses;
The berries nod their shadowy heads, urging me on.
Impatient now, I plunge with my fingers,
Nails sinking into the ripe flesh.
My palms are sticky with their fluid;
I smile, remembering how the scent clings.
The berries shiver under my attack,
Hanging deep and rich like blood drops;
Reverently, I dip my face and taste
Their sweetness on my tongue. |