Flesh

An ode. To what? you decide

Foul but incredibly sweet,

The smell that pierces the mind

And fills the soul.

Fingers dig into flesh, deeper

And with violent pleasure

Revealing the sweet fruit buried within.

Pleasure, juice, tearing, 

              ecstasy. 

Reviews

[Skin]

I almost like this, but for the use of the word 'Foul' followed by but
I understand your usage, no argument there, and it is your poem,
I feel you could reach more readers tis all, were you to re think it.

Foul yet incredibly sweet (yet instead of but)

But tell me to bugger off if you like. ;-)
Regards Skin

PS I love it regardless really