dh003i's Journal: An erotic/comic poem

I wrote this a while ago. I had fun writing it, and think its a little bit funny, a little bit erotic, and a little bit nasty/taboo. Nothing of any significance.

• THE SISTERS AND THEIR FRUIT
  a poem

  The Goblins had already won
  Had their impious fun:
  The rape was over and done.
  Two Sister's sat beneath a peach tree
  Hoping to again be free.
  One raped at fourteen
  Her Sister sixteen

  So...

  The elder and younger sister
  They looked at the fruit as if a mister;
  One sister got behind the other
  Their feminine feathers did flutter;
  The young one grasped the fruit
  Giving it a cute coot
  Holding it to elder sister's mouth
  Who liked the idea and looked down South.

  She licked her tongue round her lip
  Then gave the fruit a quaint quip;
  Her tongue did lick round the peach
  Lips dining, sucking like a leach;
  That peach, she did embrace with her lips
  Warm juice aflow down her body in drips;
  Its aroma flowed to her nose
  Reminding her of a sweet rose.

  The juice in her mouth was savoring
  Similar to honey flavoring;
  It became one with her tongue
  Which had been in heaven flung.

  She swallowed:
  Joy followed:
  Longed for more
  Longed
  With much ardour;

  She took another look, another bite;
  That then, that when, felt as if in a flight;
  Again, her teeth would chew
  Again, her soul was anew.

  She was too new to this fruit
  It made a sound like a flute
  As she sucked. She would not rush
  Not make Sister fuss and blush;
  No, she would take a lazy pace
  Eating from her sister with grace.

  Her tongue felt a tickle
  Lingering and fickle:
  'Twould come and go
  As a grape sway-
  ing to and fro;
  The taste of this fruit savored;
  This, the fruit Sister favored.

  This, the first white peach tasted
  This, the first time not wasted;
  She took another bite; three bites now:
  'Twould end before Sister would alow!
  She slowed her passionate pace
  Slowing down a now slow race
  Each moment, long lasted
  Sisters' lust, not fasted.

  Her senses in light joy delight
  Delight in the texture, so slight;
  Her passions consumed her
  Making her life a blur;
  Her teeth enchanted in another chunk
  Her satin tongue having plenty of spunk.

  She thought the fruit her life:
  Life with Sister, no strife;
  The fruit, her waning ecstasy
  A dream of lilacs
  Of birds in flocks, of fantasy;
  And so she ate the fruit with heat
  Vowing never again to eat red meat.

  She ate from Sister's comely hand
  Ate, with more supply than demand;
  She could eat Sister's fruit forever
  Never minding the sun, rain, or wind;
  This, that joy waiting for existence
  This, that joy pursued with persistence.

  She wouldn't let
  Sister's fruit go
  It pleased her so;
  In her watering mouth she felt its Heat,
  A Heat whose temptation she couldn't beat;
  It was so pleasing she had to yell out
  For who could avoid an ecstatic shout?
  This fruit, her sister, where her love lay:
  This, a sparkling, crystal-clear bay.

  She sucked and sucked, more and more
  Taken in by Sister's ardour;
  She licked and licked and licked
  For Sister's juices were
  Slick slick slick!

  And Sister's juices ran down her mouth
  Down her mouth and down her chin
  Down her neck and between her breasts
  Down her breasts, over her stomach
  Lower and lower to her
  Southern Valley of warmth.

  So that juicy fruit was slowly eaten
  And when gone she felt beaten.

  So she raised herself up to her poor sister;
  That soul, raped by many a mister;
  Gave her a light kiss on the cheek
  As into her bruised soul did she peek.

  She saw sombre sadness in those eyes:
  They seemed to say
  "Is that all,
    Have you no more love,
    Only her demise?";
  Those eyes, where sadness lay.

  So, she plucked a fruit, held it to her mouth
  Hoping for her younger Sister to go down South.

Ok, so I got bored.