Plummy

 
She splits just like a warm and juicy plum,
as digging in he searches for her stone.
His soft insistentcirclingknowing thumb
sends shivers through her, brings a little moan
as fingers slick with juices further go
within, exploring, pushing deeper in,
a kiss to make her sweetness faster flow,
to ooze and drip, to cause her to begin
to swell with ripeness, taut, begin to burst,
though bending head and kissing touch of lips
don't satisfy the urgent pressing thirst
of honeyed plum desire, as fingertips
still search for secret stone – but then no doubt.
His fingers close around it – rip it out!


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