My mouth waits for her anxious tongue,
nervously craving a prized harvest.
Then her lively blue eyes start
beating with my worn heart,
a signal that her sacred
red lips have finally ripened.
Exotics flavors burst through
a cautious tasting, imbibing
my senses with dazing potency.
My work has paid off
A contest entry
- Quickie by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended July 6, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Lol you never mind putting in work when that's the reward!
. Nice!
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Nice ripening.
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