candy is sweet, most of it anyway.
some salted like cara
mel,
some spicy like
cin
na
mon,
my favorite is bit
ter
chocolate.
what does that say about me?

She waited my table at a dive joint
I noticed her first when I came in
Whatever my type of woman is
She was it

Not wearing any make up
She had nothing to hide
She grabbed me by the ear
She had me

She was either sculpted by
The Gods, or by Buonarroti
Or earth-shaking love making
There she was

I slowly drank in all her features
And stylish clothes she wore
Scanning her from her head down
I found it

Of the gems she was adorned with
The one that struck me most
Was one on her left hand
Ring finger

I didn't envy the man too much
In fact, I took it as a challenge
I could tell by her grin
She was wicked

flavor
fragrance
behavior
impatience
the begging
the pleading
of the flesh
a seducing song
vibrations resonate
perfectly
wrong
will you obey the heat?
let it rise?
the taste, the odor
sensitize
a dangerous game
will you let it release?
dancing in the flame
your insatiable appetite will only
increase

Legends be told, and written in tomes of a creature which roams the residence of the family: Lee-
Through shrubs and trees, though silent and unseen, it seeks seeds-
Ones of fire. Ones of sweet.
The creature seen only when: upon them, it feeds, simultaneously.
Its form of a boar with a tongue of alchemy, ignites in a spectrum of brilliancy. Hovering eyes remain but for a moment and weep vehement tears; crystallizing with the essence of harvest.

If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.