Fruit Of The Flesh Poem by Gert Strydom

Past the perspective I will find the old footpath
that leads directly to your heart, soul and body
to experience the blossoms of your lips in the spring,
to feel the sun of your eyes burn into me,
will eat the soft fullness of your breasts like golden cantaloupes
will pluck the dark sweet grapes of your nipples,
will experience the spraying rain of your pleasure like a tangerine
and I will strip us both of all heartache and sorrow,
will eternally love you alone that we can become satisfied.