Orange
Caressing the pores of the sunburst, feeling the skin with the mind,
wanting to peel forth the clothing, to tear into
the delectable delights-fulfill the urge, with care and
ease or she will cry ruining the rapture. The skin shed for
the hunger. The scent mingles infecting the soul, watering
the tastebuds to sip the spirit. Insert, pulling apart
the luscious fruit-one by one, she sighs with each parting.
The mouth devours the seductively biting nectar, enjoying
each lick of the ecstatic release. Too soon departed with
nothing but the nibbling aftertaste that teases the tongue
and the essence that lingers on the tips of the fingers.
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