Summer Fling

Perching prettily,
You are unafraid.
Why should you be?
My thoughts are hidden,
Secluded,
Buried deep
Just below the surface.
I lay you back slowly,
Caresses flutter down your sides...
Was the moan of anticipation me or you?

My red tongue flicks,
Wetting parched lips,
A growl of hunger soon follows;
I waited for you,
Counted down the weeks,
Marked off the days,
Until today:
Perfectly ripe for the picking,
I have you now.

One hand brushes your firm belly,
Fingers tickling and steadying,
While the other creeps by,
Grasping a handful of plastic,
Just out of view...

Cold steel scrapes your shoulder,
Shudders spread as I smile,
Chills creep along my arms,
Anticipation,
And still you do not fear;
Do my eyes still hide my intent?
I press my mouth to your chest,
A light kiss;
Do I imagine you sigh?

My blade flashes in the light,
Illuminating my face,
Breath catches -
Yours?
Mine?
- Yes!
But still you are trusting,
Lying still,
Waiting,
Anticipating...
...What?
Penetration,
Piercing thrusts,
Slowly sawing in and out,
Swiftly plunging deeper;
Positioning myself
I do not deny you.

It is our game,
The knife has just been a prop,
Blunted edge never scoring,
But before you were not ready -
Until today your trust quivered,
Wavered,
Fear strum along your edges...
- Today you sing!
Sharpened stainless steel sinks,
Tearing tissue and parting flesh!

A shock to your system,
Not a drop dribbles forth,
Hilt-deep I have driven the blade,
Fatal trust frozen forever on your face,
Staring blindly through me,
Onward up toward the ceiling,
Your last breath cool in the room,
Echoing into my ear.

Alone,
I carve you,
Blood cooling and pooling as I slice,
Pale pallor vibrant against your reddened core -
Oh how delightfully gorgeous!
A once-living portrait I cherish,
The same yet different from those that came before;
I wonder if you will taste as sweet...
- Around your heart I cut,
The best I shall save for last,
A succulent dessert after a fine feast.

Your shell barely more than a rind,
Food fit only for the vermin;
Your bones like seeds,
Carefully extracted and tossed aside;
Ruby lips doused in your cool blood
Slurp your juice off fattened fingers;
The center of you remains,
A jewel on my plate.

With care I cleanse my mess,
Clothing covered coyly by a bib,
Eyes dancing merrily over your precious organ;
Tenderly I pick away and work inward,
Reveling in the oral ecstasy evoked.

As the years pass,
My annual tradition I shall keep,
And I shall name you forever my favorite
Until a better watermelon crosses my path.