She is Plump
‘She is plump’ is the cruelest of descriptions As though filled with rich juices Insults the ripeness of her appeal. Plump is the perfection of an apricot, A grape, a mango begging to be devoured Extracted nectar teasing the buds of my tongue Soft but firm, supple and rich Plump promises intoxicating liquors Stimulating my… Continue reading She is Plump