|
|
| Readers Journal weblog/wEssays | home | |
|
Bring Me the Flesh of a Purple Habanero (Protagoras, October 1, 2007) Bring me the flesh of a purple habanero Darker than your skin, bluer, shinier If I wanted red you could bring me On your hot tongue a scarlet scotch bonnet If subtle, the dark roast flesh Of a red pimiento, wet with oil and tomato Pungent with garlic and salt with anchovy If sweet, the split flesh of a halved plum Open with its stone to suck in the center And if love, your harsh guttural cries More tenor than contralto. But for now Its the heat of your hot lips that I need Then the quench of your cool thighs. This time It will be me that is surprised by pleasure. Bring me the flesh of a purple habanero For more on a wide array of other topics, please visit the oftwominds.com weblog. 
HTML, format and art copyright © 2007 Charles Hugh Smith, copyright to text and all other content in the above work is held by the author of the essay as of the publication date listed above. All rights reserved in all media. The views of the contributor authors are their own, and do not reflect the views of Charles Hugh Smith. All errors and errors of omission in the above essay are the sole responsibility of the essay's author. The writer(s) would be honored if you linked this Readers Journal essay to your site, or printed a copy for your own use.
|
||
| Readers Journal weblog/wEssays | home |