poem, poetry, wordplay, sexual.innuendo

JUST AN ORANGE

no mixed messages here
just
thank you
for the sun juicy orange
you gave me

I love
orange

and, what is more,
orange loves me

teeth, tip of tongue
and every
bit of my mouth
that can
put it all together
to make
warm glowing orange sounds

I have prepped
brought to state
of readiness

the better
to tantalize the giver
with every
secret of receipt

so now
I spin it in my hand
my tiny
orange planet

planning to eat it
as sacred mindful act
like a true
Zen master

or eat it not
as stipulated by the sages

but like a character in
a novel
by DH Lawrence
or one of his
utterly sensuous teasing
poems

but
on second thoughts
my mistress of
mixed messages best

keep this
to myself

just pretend it was an orange
gratefully received,
and eaten as
was purposed

nothing more, nothing less
all that
preceded, all that fancy talk
flowing with crazy
flavour
dripping with suggestion

should stay
between the two of us, beloved
reader

kept
to ourselves