AMBROSIA
He laughed at the silliness of me dangling a blackberry over the bridge of his nose. It was only possible because he was sprawled out on a blanket; usually he towered over me, but in this position he could crane that long swan’s neck back and open his mouth like a baby bird, shaking with unconstrained giggles as I dropped the berry in. Small happy sounds mixed with his rhythmic chewing, and the blackberry was followed by a small palm of blueberries, their sweet frosted blue echoing his laughing eyes. He offered a plump strawberry from his long slender fingers. I bit the fragrant offering from its verdant crown and let the bright tang burst in my mouth. I opened my eyes to catch his intent gaze on me, a smile still dancing over his lips and eyes now sparkling with more than mirth. Slyly I plucked up two cherries still bound together by the stem and kissed them, letting my tongue dart out to lick off the cool mist beading on the garnet glossiness. His eyes widened slightly, the dappled sunlight applauding through the leafy tree branches above us, and a blushing berry-pink stained his cheeks. He traced a raspberry over my lips, following the cherries. I drew it in, tongue probing its center, the juicy sweet pulp like wine. I offered him one, and again he offered another to me, and then to each of us a cherry, bitten from the stem as our mouths met, wet with the freshness of summer and desire.
Slutty Yorick 