You're my raw, raw strawberry,
juices dripping thick and heavy,
as I sink my teeth into your
taught red skin I’m wanting you more.

Viscid nectar on my fingers
and your sweet-tart taste will linger
on my taste buds, in my mouth,
not so long once you’ve gone south.

Satiate my swelling hunger,
hold your breath as you go under.
Sow your seeds into my belly,
pluck me now I’m ripe and ready.