August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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Bowlful of Cherries

cherries by Walid Mahfoudh (Flickr)

Naked and bedded
they fed each other cherries

Pinching a stem and holding the cherry
as if bait for a tiger

Lips spread wide, teeth bared,
they plucked the fruit from its stem

(First, she tickled under each cherry
with her tongue tip because she loved his reaction)

They used to be careful of the cherry juice,
so it wouldn’t get on the white sheet

But they decided pink explosive stains on the sheets
would be good reminders of this afternoon

The rule was tossed aside, and
spraying cherry juice added to the sensual fun

Cherry and cherry, back and forth, feeding and teasing,
the sweet flesh delightful in their mouths

He moved the wide bowl from between them
to the nightstand

As it was time to feast on each other.

*****

Photo by Walid Mahfoudh (Flickr)

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Darkest Red

The darkest red cherry’s flesh is juicy and sweet.

Yielding, giving into my teeth sinking into it.

Finding the stone in the center, harder than the sweet flesh, your core, your soul that I hold and treasure and do my best to protect.

Your smooth curves are like the cherry’s skin. How your skin is warmed by your inner fire, glowing more by the flames in the fireplace, see how the flames are jealous of my fingers that get to touch your beauty.

You, my darkest red beauty, with flesh juicy and sweet and full of many pleasures, with crimson lips glinting in the firelight, your eyes burning with an intensity that others could only dream of. I love all of these lusciously, but it is your core that I love the most, my roots reaching as deeply as they can into your soil.