Black Berries II

The caterer delivered temptation
A succulent black berry whose’ beauty aroused my taste buds and passion
She sat next to the customary fruits of the ordinary,
Where my lust leaned toward the forbidden
Greed overwhelmed me when the buffet dispensed
Why was this full and delicious cuisine so appealing?
My desire with passion fruits had been well documented.
Denying my desire and control of my outward hunger
Was to no avail
But she lay there
Teasing, prodding and promoting its luscious flavor
My ravenous appetite grew as I denounced my fear and reached forward
To this aphrodisiac that tempted my soul
Burned within my loins
Her aroma alone drew memories of that Garden
That story book tale of adolescent awakening
This infatuation had to be named.
So I named my desire.
“My beautiful….. Black…berry.
Her shape was full and voluptuous, firm
Contrary to the angular forms of my past refreshments and feast alike
Still,
Exotic and natural, which elevated my libido
She was contraband the way the addiction overwhelmed my body and senses
But this time,
A value was placed on my appetite.
She was organic, natural with no additives.
I wanted her just like I wanted the others that tweaked my palate and aroused my senses
I waited, but still I had to have her.
Fasting was difficult and the wait would be excruciating
But the price to pay for indulgence
With this Exotic delight
Are always,
And will always,
Be worth the wait

©2001 Michael Anthony Carr (rev. 2007)