Blush
Kissed by the sun that streams over my shoulder
There you are — Blushing
Full of life and sweetness and warmth
As I am down on my knees in front of you
Worshipping your beauty.
You don’t resist as I gently hold your soft bud between my fingers and thumb.
I can see your ripeness
And I can see how the light bathes your sumptuous form,
As, tweaking, carefully, without squeezing
I tease you gently to sense your tension, your readiness.
Anticipating your taste, my mouth is watering…
It takes a conscious effort to delay my gratification;
…just a little longer…
For I know you are close, and that I must wait,
Wait, until you are ready to release, willingly…
Wait, until you respond to my tender touch and let go, to free-fall…
Into my big, strong hands
Where I will honour you as best I can.
Oh!
How I long to open my lips to the succulent firmness of your tasty little bud pressed against them
How I long to touch you with my tongue
How I long to suck in your delicate flesh, nibble on your fulsome ripeness, and roll you around in my mouth!
And then, when you are ready — and only if you are truly ready — I will gently bite down, until your juices flow and mix with mine;
And in that moment we will join.
I must warn you — such is my longing — that if you surrender I will consume you, entirely,
And if I do, I expect you to infuse every cell of my being as your earthly form locks with mine — almost instantly, and we become inseparable, for life.
I’ve enjoyed watching you, lounging in the sun, arms open to the sky
I’ve lovingly helped nurture you for this moment, seen your wildness soften; and in recent weeks thought, often, that the time was soon…
I’ve wondered, often, how I could remain so patient… for, fearing others might discover you first, a less patient man would have moved earlier.
So…
Wondering…
Is this the moment to try my delicate touch and feel how you respond?
Is it now?
How carefully must I invite you, tenderly, into communion?
How gently must I pull to test your willingness to be pressed to my now-impatient lips, where I will taste your warm, sweet juices;
And then move my hands, mindfully,
Down, under, and along your outstretched arms
To delicately touch you
And harvest
Another
Of the just-ripe raspberries you bear so beautifully,
And love them into jam.
Neil Davidson 17 June 2020 Leuven, Belgium
