Red Shades of Longing on My Fingers and Lips
July 05, 2006
At lunchtime, I walked across a wilderness of asphalt and bought a bagful of cherries. They were red, dark, and they stained fingers and souls. Each hungry mouthful tasted like summer-sex-cunt, so I walked down the street with my face smeared in sweetness and a throbbing erection in my pants.
And I paid for it all an hour later with stomach cramps and liquefied intestines.
Posted by Tudor at 11:53 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackEveryone is old now. Cherries are wolves dressed as sheeps!
Posted by: sra on July 06, 2006 at 09:42 AMMy favourite are peaches, sun-warmed and juicy. When you bite into them your teeth pop through the outer fuzzy layer with a bit of resistance, and then they sink right to the pit in a mouth-full of summer… The warm juice runs down your arm to the elbow as you devour the soft flesh. Don’t even bother trying to keep your hands clean. You can’t, and you don’t want to. When you’re done, you suck your fingers right down to the webbing and lick your palm to get the last bits of sticky peach-y-ness. THAT is sex in a fruit. Forget chocolate.
Posted by: spindriftdancer on July 09, 2006 at 10:13 AM