Apple Poem

Her long elegant fingers
as talons,
gently grip
the fruit
of her pleasure.
She bites
in to
the succulent flesh
and glides
her sensual
probing tongue
over moistened
red lips
and tastes
the remaining essence
of her feast.

And then
having devoured
all that she wants
she casts the core
away.

Satisfied for now
but only for now
she moves on,
knowing the hunger
will return
as it always does.