Ground Cherry

Erotic Poetry

I am eating ground cherries

In the corner of the break room

Trying to pretend I am alone…

But I never am

When I have thoughts of you crawling like fingers across my ribs.

I choose one of the delicate fruits and pull away the golden papery skin

To reveal an almost transparent yellow berry.

I roll the waxy little sphere between my fingers to release the surprising aroma of caramel

And a dewey desire I hide in my blood stream

And in other dark places.

When I pop the little fruit between my lips to roll it about my tongue,

Thinking of other tight round things to roll my tongue around,

It tastes just the way I imagine your breathe against my mouth

Tastes.

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❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

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