For Amanda, as she’s fond of a double entendre
Pull up a chair, come sit at my table,
This feast is yours, there’s no dystopia.
My delights legend, I’m a parable,
A fruitilicious cornucopia.
See my fingers create a bounty bowl,
That grow the leaves for the clothes of Eden.
Taste my luscious flesh and decline control,
Savour soma from different garden.
Of the Seven Species, I am holy,
As if I descended from paradise.
Used to conceal while revered as yoni,
Which is why the tongue my corpus delights.
Here’s a figment to engender a smile,
According to the Qur’an, I’m good for piles.
Please do leave me your thoughts and comments, in praise or constructive criticism, I appreciate them all and will reply.