Pick me while I am ripe!
Suck all the juices from my flesh.
Let not a drop of me go to waist.
I want to fill you full of all I have,
all I can give and all you desire.
Sweet nectar pours from me,
each moment that I allow.
Sticky, sweet and refreshing.
This is how I want you to remember me.
Organic, raw and pure.
Yet satisfying and delicate.
A taste that make you crave more.
A taste of something rare.
Yes this is how I want you to enjoy me.
Pick me while I am ripe.
And let not a drop fall from this life,
without fully being consumed, devoured and enjoyed.
My life is worth nothing,
if not for the tasting.
Let your lips and mouth remember,
my flesh beneath them once more.
No moment can ever last forever,
no taste can be the same twice.
But this I promise you my love,
this taste will delight.
As long as you choose wisely,
let my juices flow from me,
Enjoy the sweetness they offer,
enjoy this moment.
Our lives are nothing,
they are worth not even a breath,
if we do not bask in the freshness,
the flavors that wash through.
sweet and juicy.
Is the only way to live.
Yet so many may dislike our fruit we bare.
Call it evil,
dirty and sinful.
How can anyone enjoy such rapture?
How can anyone delight in this flavor?
it is so putrid.
How can one swallow this?
It has contaminated our SOUL.
But this contamination,
this discomfort that you feel,
it comes not from the fruit or the juices,
in was here on your lips my dear.
This flavor that makes you ill,
was only brought to your taste,
by the sweetness that this life can offer,
but your fear will steal away.
Pick me when I am ripe,
let not any juice escape.
This life was for the rapture.
The pure delight of such.
When one who stands in their juiciness,
comes forth and speaks the truth,
the SOUL is contaminated.
Not of evil or sin,
but of its very TRUTH,
the truth that it is RIPE and waiting,
waiting to be enjoyed.
Consumed as a lover would wish,
enjoyed as the sweetness the angels bare true.
But you may fear this juice,
this truth and your SOUL.
Hide from it yet one more moment,
until it feel rotten,
lost and unworthy.
But never understand,
that this cannot be.
it is still connected to the vine,
the vine that has been blessed.
And all you need to ever do,
is taste it here,
taste its juice,
And yes my dear,
it is uncomfortable to know your truth this day,
to stand here in the garden,
and look the other way.
But know that you are juicy.
You are sweet and ripe.
Your fruit is for the taking,
and life will bare it.
your thoughts and feelings,
are what keeps your vine alive,
but so many are uprooted,
so many are frightened and hungry.
Thirsty for a purpose.
Lost in this garden.
Wake up beautiful,
wake up and feel your ripeness.
Let yourself leak your juices into your lovers mouth,
let your flesh be seen,
So water the roots,
water the vines,
water the fruit.
Open yourself to faith.
And let yourself be consumed.
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