I am ripe,
Waiting to be
Plucked by you;
My juice is fresh,
Awaiting the
Savour of your lips;
I am pot full of honey
Waiting to be stirred
Tasted and licked;
Come, sample my
Prepared specially for


I am ready,
Stoked to hardness,
Sweetened to taste-
Your taste;
A sugar on a stick,
Just the right flavour
That you like;
Come, eat to your
Of the dinner
Of love,
Served just for



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Yemie says:

    Awwww! Be careful what you wish for eh? I’m absolutely digging this brazenly amazing sensual piece. Its by no means subtle, oh no Jose! *laughing*

    What’s more, its not only steaming ‘hawt’, but also grilling, boiling, braising, frying, stewing, baking, sautéing, roasting, toasting, and sizzling ‘hawt’! I love that title too with its ‘ph’ flava, really groovy and sooo fly! In all, I love the imageries used, of fruits, candies and honey. This is a wow piece, Doc; and at the rate at which I’m rambling on and gushing, this is by far, one of my all time favourite, of all your poems. And that first illustration of the gladiator looking dude and his little lady, priceless! I’m spellbound and speechless! (Speechless for someone, who’s somehow managed to write out an entire essay, sue me!). LMAO!

    1. topazo says:

      really laughing hard!

      this ain’t gloomy right? it’s steaming hot….

      I am glad you like

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