“Not this time.”

I tell you, my peach

With your plump, peachy lips

That are soft and sliced

And left to dry

Alone with their own flavor

I turn my face from you

My cantaloupe

My fruity babe that fills up space

Reserved for

Some other fruit

That appreciates my attention

You strawberry

You devilish sweet

You kiss my cheek instead of leaving

To leave on it

Juice red and sweet

And tempt me with affection

But my watermelon

You juicy gourd

Filled to the rinds

With watered down lies

You are not yet ripe enough

For my brunch this evening

So I say “no”

My pineapple love

Because your sweetness is deceitful

I’ll relish your taste

A tingly delicacy

As the acid digests me whole