sunsets in my soul
her metaphor grazed my lips
reminding me of an island breeze
that trembles my flesh
untouchable words
rejuvenating my heart
as they slowly fill me
with warm verses making me whole
illuminating my days
until they set in my soul
exotic fruit
fluttering island skirts
flash silky thighs
feeling an urge for sin
I feel the rhythm
before the music begins
palm leaves sway
along with enticing hips
mango and passion fruit
linger on inviting lips
some cravings
are as irresistible
as the pull of the evening tides
my desires ebb and flow
memories fall
fantasies rise
a dreamer or a fool
surrounded by exotic fruit
longing for a taste of
only you
Photo taken by me.
The Lonely Author 