Hi Zorra...
(This is probably a repeat... but I like it)
I remember the time a friend picked a ripe apple from his tree, took a bite from its firm flesh, and offered it to me to sample. We were not lovers. But, biting into the crater his teeth had just left, I joined him in the apple's flesh, which tasted sweet, sex-wet, and open. In that small oasis, our mouths met. Now when I see a photograph of such an apple, I don't think of Mom, Country and Apple Pie. The image is tinged with the erotic. I think kiss.
~ Diane Ackerman
p.s. hit an 80 today (soon, I will be into the 70's) |
