526. Untitled - July 21, 2002

The summer heat burns
in a slow blaze
against the ripe flesh
of peach gold.

As the rum soaks into
hardened surfaces,
everything takes on
a different haze --
sweetened by time
and tempered by heat.

It is a slow burn
that gradually melts away
everything between
the top
and the hidden core,
until all that's left
is the red center
rigid to the touch.

Every bite sends a cascade
of juices
dripping down all sides,
eyes playfully watching
as the explosion of taste
overwhelms everything else.

Sharp nibbles
combined with a steady suction
yields fruity flesh
in a wild combination.

The last bites
end with a low hum
of happiness,
where the flush of red
has faded to pale peach.

	Peachy Keen

	ripened and luscious
	open before me
	awaiting the tasting
	it's honeyed center
	free, ample
	mine for the taking

	seductive sweet-scented juices flow.
	I swoon
	at the fragrance
	unsteady,
	thrown off balance
	dizzied.

	a priceless gift,
	nature's Summer bounty,
	you bring out
	hedonistic tendencies
	with your voluptuousness
	and silken flesh -
	so smooth; bursting.
	Modest, your gift is endless
	you answer a desire
	nourish a need.
	whet other appetites.
	One more nibble -
	just one more succulent sip
	of your nectar -
	Then I will be satisfied
	until the next time.

	© Ellie Maziekien
	072102

527. Untitled - July 22, 2002

Tongue tied,
watching as one after another
red globes
drop with lingering
lassitude
into dark depths
and waiting hunger.

Every bit splits into halves
with the easiest of times;
until everything is finally
vanquished,
and hunger is satiated once more.

A sudden display
of agility
sees all fruits
swallowed whole;
puffed cheeks,
silent looks
yield naught,
except for the naked core,
and tied stem,
neatly wrapped
around one another.

	Who Am !?

	Rosy-cheeked and firm bodied,
	the taste of you lingers on my tongue.
	The juxtaposition of crisp coolness
	and tangy sweetness
	is alluring;
	teeth nibble at white flesh;
	a blast of juice
	spurts upward
	sprinkling my face.
	Lifting you to my lips
	I savor your offering again
	sure in the knowledge
	that you are a delicacy
	I can come back to
	Winter and Spring,
	Summer and Autumn
	and you will always delight.

	© Ellie Maziekien
	072202

528. Untitled - July 22, 2002

As the hues darken from bright red
to dusk purple,
everything tightens
along a single point,
until it is ripe
beyond bursting.

Continued sunshine
sees a burst of freckles
across the top;
dimpling smooth flesh
once more.

Each bite
is a miniature explosion
of sensation
and taste
that melts across
yearning tastebuds
like chocolate
on hot flesh.

The plumpness recedes
and gives way to soft flesh,
painted in hues
of red and orange;
like the sunset of a summers' day.

	Untitled -7/22/02

	tiny cardinal dainties
	heart shaped bursts of Summer,
	delight the tastebuds
	with sweetness.
	each perfect specimen
	in its jaunty green cap
	inspires, not just to nakedness,
	but to disguise.
	cool,  pleasant and aromatic
	in its natural state,
	it becomes something
	utterly sensual
	when draped in its mantle
	of dark, luscious,
	succulent richness
	melting on the tongue
	in an upsurge of pure
	sensuality.

	© Ellie Maziekien
	072202

529. Untitled - July 22, 2002

A variance from large purple orbs
to small blue centers
draws the sweetness
from within.

Every splash of colour
against pale white
casts an indelible mark forever.

Without hurry,
small globes cast themselves
willingly
into a creamy waterfall,
where they are covered
in milky white.

Every swallow
becomes a burst of elation,
senses reeling
from the contrast
between the sweet tang
and crisp cream.

	Scandalous <g>

	A deep cleft divides
	the curved, smooth  surface,
	a lovely golden, tinted with rose;
	the honeyed sweetness
	leaves a delicate trace on my lips.

	The flesh is luscious,
	drenching me with juices
	dazzling me with
	alluring tastes, enthralling  aromas
	exploding on my tongue,
	flooding my palate
	awakening an appreciation
	of the finer things in life,
	and a burning desire
	for further exploration.

	© Ellie Maziekien
	072302

530. Untitled - July 23, 2002

As the weather cools,
and appetites diminish,
a melange of colours pass this way,
sharply cut globes of varying hue,
honeyed yellow - crisp in taste
but yielding to a firm touch,
or pale orange - carrying
exotic tinges of sweetness.

Everything becomes drenched
into the slickest of sauces;
where honey does not compare;
every bite of stickiness
followed by a slight nibble;
all the juices become mixed
into an ambrosia not to be found.

	Untitled - July 23rd
	
	the nubby texture,
	like skin with gooseflesh
	appearing at a touch
	hides the golden center
	which, when opened,
	yields a revelation
	of unmatched fascination;
	each sector
	supplying
	a perfect package
	of pleasure.

	© Ellie Maziekien
	072302