I sit with the taste of love
Whispering across my lips.
The flavors of you gallop on my tongue
Sweeter than strawberries
Richer than chocolate
Savoring every moment
As I snibble at your scent
Inhaling your natural fragrance
Juicy as a peaches
Soft as cotton candy
Raw like your mind
Firm is your soul
I lust for the fruit of you
You quench my thirst.
I am satisfied
I desire you
As I lick my lips again
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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