Scribblings

So, you took and bit,
was it juicy tenderness,
sweet, firm, wet,
all that you expected.
So, you doomed us all
just so you
might know all the answers.
Well, why? For what
purpose.
Pray you thought of all that
when you licked your lips.
But I suppose not because
all that
one
mouthful
got you,
got us, was monthly breedings and
a lifetime of fingers pointing out
the fact that it is our fault, our fault
for looking so pretty, for being
so tempting, for becoming
the fruit.
And I would think that you felt regret
with that juice begining to dry all
sticky on your chin.
But we know.
Yeah we girls know
how good it felt
to swallow.