Poetry: Grapes

February 23 2025

Sexy Grown Folks Poetry and Jazz

Inspired by Goblin Market by Christian Rossetti

Grapes

It’s the season
The season of intoxication
The season of ache

Plump globe grapes
Engorged and juicy
Warmed from the heat of the sun

Fondling the grapes
Caressing them
Choosing the perfect one

I brush the grape across my lips
Licking the nectar that gets stuck
Teasing myself with the
Forbidden taste
Tempting myself

My pulse quickens
My lips glisten
As they part
My face flushes

Pausing to
Slow my heartbeat

I lick the swollen grape
Wrapping my lips around it
I suck the juice from the grape
Sliding it into my mouth

Rolling my tongue around it
Exploring it
Sucking it

Whew

Biting into it
The juice exploding inside my mouth
Savoring the thick nectar
Swallowing
I tremble
As I exhale
Camilla Downs, 2025

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