#stimulation
The juice beads to the surface And the sugar kisses your lips The sweet rests upon your tongue Sinking your teeth deep Slurping, as drips fall down your chin. A flush comes to your cheeks And the fruit slides down your throat. This is how I drank you in. Every meeting as succulent as the last. The heat built as steam on glass On and on sliding down my throat. You clutched my one. You clutched me…
