Lilly was a grape
She hung from the vine like Morning glories
Entrapping my soul with her tall lean body
Her love was a walnut in the shell
Perched like a finch over a plum mound
She arched her back in a kind of habit
While wiggling her hips into place
Shifting like sand on the Sahara
While I was hungrily floating above
Her belly was a slender thin thread
That connected her abdomen and torso
As if it were suspended by a wire
And I walked a tight rope in between

Lilly was a grape
When she kissed it turned my skin sweet
Feeding me with cherries and chocolates
Her breasts were accusative
Of crimes against nature and humanity
Symmetrically carved envelopes
Mailed directly to the animal in me
Their diameter told stories of lust
They were the piñatas at festivals
Where everyone got drunk and merry
And a thousand fools would pass out
And wake up on the floor crying
If they would be able to survive the storm

Lilly was a grape
Her jaw was an icy precipice
Where avalanches were born
And I would be overrun by ghosts
Of men that have tried before me
To scale her essence to glory
To ponder her natural beauty

Lilly was a grape
And how many times did I consume her?
Just as my desire for her consumed me
And when I partook of her essence
I went on a non-stop feeding frenzy
Knowing that I could never be full
Her lovemaking was my addiction
Each time that I took what she gave
Was as intoxicating as the first time

Lilly was a grape
Firm and yet tender as ripened fruit
Her youth inspired stone to melt
Her body was a monument
Chiseled by the gods
Each with his own version of art
And no one could fault their design
It was flawless and I could not resist
A taste of her was a taste of heaven
Leaving me always wanting more
I find nothing but shame for myself
Because I am too weak to stop
Knowing that I will always want her

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