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Oranji (the sweetest fruit)
“…..made for my pleasure, I give unto you in return”
to hold you in my hands
squeezing your mounds like
the sweetest fruit
you drip into my mouth
I sip you between my lips......
….a tropical paradise
peeling away the rind
from her beautiful orange carpel
how her fragrance blooms
filling my nostrils, stirring my passion
the extravagance of her scent,
removing all my inhibitions
like the shedding of the kings garments exposing......
….the heart of our sensual desire
the hardness of our
primal urgency, a hedonistic fire burning
spreading legs wider, raising her hips towards the sky
…..and I eat her
legs spread, hands grasping her ankles
engaged in a sampling of the most divine
manna this side of heaven, she is.......
…..the rain
that quenches me,
the balm that soothes this beast,
she garners my release
and cast my lusty soul into the heavens
she is a pleasure
made just for
me
Published 8th Jul 2019
Author's Note
....she is the sweetest fruit of the vine 😍 #thelonging
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8th Jul 2019 8:44pm
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she is.......
…..the rain
that quenches me,
the balm that soothes this beast,
she is.......
…..the rain
that quenches me,
the balm that soothes this beast,
9th Jul 2019 3:08am
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Anonymous
10th Jul 2019 4:42pm
profound artistry as always...
28th Aug 2019 5:59am
