La Figa, the real
forbidden fruit
the original sin
I can’t dispute.
When it’s split open
this fleshy pink
from which
you drink
resembles me
don’t you agree?
The meaty insides
So firm and lush
Flirts with my mouth
Into a sexual rush.
The erotic fig
with its carnal
pleasure
just one bite
of inhibited
treasure…
sets me off
into lusty bliss
pining for your
succulent kiss
my mood enhances
for arousing chances…
of a romp
in the hay
and I fall prey
to your desires
your burning fires
so….
you feed me,
whisper you need me
“NOW” you say
and I obey
you make me
tingle
and so we mingle
Oh, “ficus Carica”
you Italian stud
you seep,
your deep
inside my blood.
Oh God I’m juiced
And so seduced
I’m ready it’s clear
Come, over here…