Oct 18 2005
Fruit Salad
Fruit Salad
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
It was thrilling to see her excitement with each new discovery
Each Farm Boy spotlight illuminated ripe treasures
Generating a frenzied flurry of purchases
We sat across from each other, conspirators,
Cutting and tasting the sweet flesh
She, with knife in hand, sliced through the rich red strawberries
Juice running over her fingers, down her arms, dripping onto the table
between us
More than once she succumbed to desire and tasted
Her moist lips parted in awe
I could tell she was getting hot
Bananas were my pleasure, the yellow and brown peel slipping easily off
the meat within
The thick oils squished and oozed as I held each one, as each piece fell
into the Tupperware container
When I could take no more, I plunged my fingers into my mouth
The scent and flavor filling me with passion, thoughts of
Rubbing her body with fruit salad, its juices and her juices blending to
yield an
Ambrosia that would make the Gods jealous, the thick miasma plastered into
every pore
Until she became Fruit Salad
Soon after, I left.