When You Weep (for me)

By Stone D.

In the wanting, secret's keep,
A blushing fruit, in silence deep,
Feels heavy with nature's lease,
A mound of joy, for sweet release.

Its smooth face, a delicious dream,
Hides nectar sweet, a flowing stream,
In every gentle bite, the warmth of June,
A melody in silent tune.

With tender care, it yields its heart,
In every tear, a work of art.
It whispers tales of need,
Of gentle taps and wide open displays.

Beneath the tongue, it throbs and weeps,
An eager hole, that lips betray.
Now in my grasp, it softly speaks,
Of hidden yearns and flushing cheeks .

Its fragrance fills the air around,
A symphony of taste, unbound.
With every morsel, joy unfurls,
A tapestry of flavor swirls.

This silent friend, in hues of fire,
Fulfills more than mere desire.
It gifts a slice of ember's glow,
A sensual warmth demands convulsive throe.

So here I stand, in full salute,
With this joy, my spirits high.
A simple pleasure, sweet and pure,
In every bite, a love mature.

Oh, how it laughs without a sound,
In every joy, tenderly found.
A precious feeling, without a guise,
The soul of you, wise and wise.