Taste of my mouth and the softness inside
where you will be greeted with the luscious
delight of my warm tongue

Taste of my neck the heat of my pulse as it
warms your quivering lips

Taste of my supple fruit as they rise toward
the heat of your mouth to mature and be sucked

Taste of my succulent wild berries; plump and
moistened to perfection in the hothouse of you
mouth

Taste of my flesh and the curves of my satiny
hips moving in synch with you.

Taste of what flows at the center of my earth as
my fountain of flowered liquor pours in abundance
for you to drink

Taste of what it’s like to have me reach up and
grab the sky and pull heaven down on earth

Then…

taste of my shudders- the deliverance of my core,
the only gift besides my heart that I can completely
give to you

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