Picnic as the moonlight beckons,
eating melon balls from fingertips.
Tasting like the fruit of the Gods,
so tempted by your moistened lips.
As we search through our desires,
fruitful visions wanting you take hold.
Juice from the melon balls excites me,
a night of passion is about to unfold.
The sweetness conjures up fantasy,
the taste of the fruit upon your lips.
Sends my mind into a wild frenzy,
searching more and more sweet sips.
Wanting more and more of the melon,
juices roll slowly from lips to my chin.
As you quench your thirst in my bosom,
await the passion of the fruit to begin.
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Wow
A most romantic poem, it was so well written and tastefully done, I really enjoyed this, blessing with love John
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Lovely Comment
Thank you John. Glad you enjoyed. Always nice when you stop by. Hope your day is going well. Hugs and Smiles. Love and Blessings, Sandy
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