Love Life as we Lust

Our Garden of Eden is behind those doors.
Another sexual encounter is what is in store.
With one flick of my wrist I undress the bed.
I am looking forward to being fed.

I push you down on the silk sheets and await the crunch of your apples.
I bite and enjoy your liquefied Snapple.
The juices are sweet and a little tart.
The sensation makes it difficult for my mouth to part.

I had lost track of time.
The taste in my mouth was too sublime.
Yet my pussy was angry because she was being deprived.
She wanted to know the pleasures of being alive.

So I unclenched my jaw and my mouth opened.
I switched places with my partner allowing him to have his thoughts penned.
His apples met my passion fruit below.
I was speechless as I continued to let things flow.

He momentarily stopped to lick my juicy center.
After he savored my flavor, he jostled my massive mangoes and he re-entered.
His apples soon felt like they were oranges as we continued to thrust.
We continue to love life as we lust.