Fulfilling Fruit

Grey Lines with Black, Blue and Yellow by Georgia O’Keeffe, c.1923 (Image: 2016 Georgia O’Keeffe Museum/ DACS, London via The Tate Modern)

The smoothness of your skin makes me take hold of you

Grateful to the strength that emits from your beauty I cup you gently

Your aura radiates electrifying bliss within me

My lips spread across your dark red surface ready to sink into you, my mouth waters at such a delight

Teeth open you up as my hand pushes you closer

Juices run down, the taste sweet, vibrations go through my tongue

Holding you up while I drive my tongue to the parts I want, marks are left behind

The raunchy sounds are far from the description to how lovely this is.

In a vortex of simplicity I’m still drowning, disoriented to all the senses you’re exploring

Undressed, nothing but the core is left

With my hand I wipe away any remains and toss you away in fear of having too much

I’ll pick another you and another and another, I’ll never be satisfied