Once When She Tasted of Apples

Neville

Once When She Tasted of Apples

 

When she parted those lips of hers like that,

I was reminded of an

orchard that I raided long ago, back in the days

of my misspent youth ..

Then, when her back did arc upwards like that ..

I was directly reminded

of a sweetness, such divinely sun kissed fruits

may impart and how one

might easily get deliriously drunk, from imbibing

upon and then savouring

their delicious and such freshly squeezed juice ..

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2024 12:45
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  • 2781

    I said, I will go up to the palm tree,I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be like clusters on the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

    • Neville



      Sounds nigh on heavenly .. Neville

    • Thomas W Case

      Very hot work, thirsty for some cider.

      • Neville



        I take mine dry & rough .. but then I am from the home of the real stuff Somerset sir .. 🍎🍏😎

      • Goldfinch60

        May that juice run down your lips once more Neville.

        Andy

        • Neville



          Delicious .. cheers Andy .. Neville

        • orchidee

          The only juice from KP is bitter lemon juice. It's my fault - I make her bitter by slagging her off every day. lol.
          I might swoon if I look for too many meanings in this.

          • Neville



            Lemon juice is good for you .. its full of vitamin see .. but don't look.

          • Dove

            An Apple delicious and sweet, crisp with fond memories. How divineπŸŠπŸ‹πŸŽπŸŽπŸŽ

            • Neville



              Aah' I am so glad you came back to find this one Dear Dove ..

              • Dove

                ❀️❀️❀️

              • Christina8

                I read a lot of passion into this beautifully crafted poem.

                • Neville



                  like a heavily laden tree, it was just bursting to be free of it's load .. thanks for feeling the passion C8



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