Flava

My lips pucker around the smooth skin, 

As the juices begin flowing into my mouth. 

One experienced hand holds firm and with a gentle squeeze the juices begin to flow again 

I am engulfed in a sea of flava and uncontrollably from my mouth is released a silent yet audible 

HHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................................................................

Soon my lips are no longer able to contain the flow and a trail, 

A rich, thick juicy trail makes its way down the side of my mouth, 

Unto my fingers holding tightly but assurredly and down to my elbows, falling into my lap.

I push the skin back and expose the author of the juices that have been sending my taste buds into a frenzy. 

With one smooth move it is in my mouth 

And again, but this time with eyes closed, 

Head tilted back, and face turned upwards to the sun, that silent yet audible,

HHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..................................................................

As I sit there with the warm Caribbean sun beating against my darkened skin 

And the brisk sea breeze whisking across my face, I am engulfed in the flava.

My mouth turns upward into a contented smile, 

The juices have stopped flowing and the once sticky trail on my mouth and arms have dried, 

But I can't help but be content with my Caribbean self at the taste of that juicy Julie mango,

It was worth every cent of my $5 dollars.