Counting the leaves as they fell.
The world ahead of us but we just want to lay here awhile.
I could tell this was more than just fruit obsession.
I want and need you in my posession.
I take a big bite from the fruit of life.
The juices run down my chin.
You laugh and I spread it on your face.
Now we're just a mess of mango juice and that fearless love.
That kind of love that rises into the sky.
And I write about that love as it comes together.
I wished on a shooting star and found you.
Under this mango tree.
Spreading the fruits of life all over our bodies.
And locking citrus flavoured lips.
I'm a sucker for sweet things.
That's why I kiss your forehead.
And tickle in that certain place.
Then your smile tumbles out.
And somewhere lips touch for the first time.
And somewhere trust is assumed as new lovers embrace.
Life can be tough and love can be hard.
But it's all worth this mango and your smile.
And I sit back and revel in the fruity goodness.
It's just you and me sweating under the mango tree.
Not a care in the world.
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