A Rispetto
He peels away that cool reserve,
imbibes the luscious blush of scent
then runs his tongue along silk curves
of sun-licked flesh ‘til hunger’s spent
and sticky drips shine slick on skin;
she’ll kiss sweet lips and taste his sin
and know her guilty, greedy beau
has gorged upon her ripe mango.
Mango... i wants. ah.. reminds me of home.