Everyone seems to be writing amazing sensual poems this week. This is was an attempt at a sexy poem (not my usual genre). It was written many years ago after I attended an apple festival (of all things) just out of Melbourne. It was a fascinating event and very pleasant too.
Ah sweet caramello dude come to me with kisses on this rain grey afternoon. Granny smiths glisten globes of glow echoing instruments magical and spectacular. Let this trumpet sing for you mellow as warm chocolate sauce. Sunday. It's jazz time, honey. Like bees, the sax croons to produce this syrup this sweet floaty tongue-sticking stuff. Cox's Orange Pippen. Like the drums, man. Like the drums the rhythm beats in you sexy boom smiley boom marching man. Hey soldier boy, hold THIS rhythm with your thumbs between my shoulder-blades like wings of eagles crack and soar Golden Delicious.