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Lee Oct 2018
It is sweet like the middle of May
Moldable like Taino clay
Its juices stick to my skin because it knows about sweet tooths
The cravings crash into my body like waves do the sandy shores that harbor its trees
Shake shake shake
Till 10 fall from the tall tree
I try to grab them all but people weren’t meant to hold that much greatness
My small hands grab the biggest and the smallest
Peeling off its green and orange skin
Letting the sweet juices create art on my body
My teeth sink into sweet orange flesh
Reminding my body that this taste goes back for generations
Who knew fruit could time travel
An ode to my favorite fruit
Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2018
The sun was furious,
It was scorching hot,
I hobbled along the sidewalk with my heavy school bag.
I was dripping with sweat,
At last I reached home,
I threw my bag on the landing
and headed to the kitchen.
Man, I was thirsty,
I always had juices or sodas,
I opened the freezer,
A lonely icy can of coca-cola stood there,
It winked at me,
With arms stretched it cajoled,
"Take me buddy,guzzle me in one go",
Mum was in the kitchen peeling potatoes,
I looked at her,
Her look was blank.
I grabbed the coke,icy in my hands,
Cool,Cool coke, ah !At last,
I lifted the tin to have a sip,
With lightning speed mum stood up,
She snatched the can from my hands,
I gasped and stared at her,
With a cute,loving smile,
She handed me a glass of  water from the JUG.
"Come on son! Today SURPRISE YOUR LIVER.
when winter is saying goodbye
our nature prepares for a high
all juices start flowing
the farmers start sowing
but the snowmen are beginning to cry
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Down on her I descend,
To kiss her pain away,
Slurping her tears...

Then I climb down more,
I kiss life inside heart,
Slurping her grief...

Further down the valley,
Bringing fire to that rift,
Slurping her pleasure...
My HP Poem #1491
©Atul Kaushal
Poetic T Dec 2014
Passion upon sins,
Flesh nectar of love tasted,
Thirst quenched upon lips.
To taste upon each with joyful lust

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