Her words are ripened fruit,
Each a perfect, poignant peach
For trembling hands to reach.
Stroking first the pink flesh text,
Slowly, oh so slowly,
Relishing delicious words.
He takes a bite, sinks a slavering tongue
into creative juices,
Beginning, middle, please don't end,
He reads her with his mouth.
Please read 'Read ****** Write', I'm experimenting with different points of view.