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like a cool, green,
Taut, at first, and firm. Smooth
curves, small dents, a tiny
tip of hard, rough stem.
Rolled, flicked, fluttered, licked
and swirled under my tongue
until the chill is shed, the blood
warmed skin still slick,
yes, but now with layered spit on sweat.
My teeth on you a tease,
a grin, a dare to let me further into
where you keep you close and closed.
Then harder, rhythmic nibbles growing bolder,
building into full, harsh
I bear down,
delighted as your eyes spread wide,
shocked at what you now allow and
ask and plead for and demand and
there there there the
coats my mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, chin
I swallow as you
break apart and
like one cool, green, seedless grape
leave me thirsty.
I blog irregularly at TinkerX. I'm also on Twitter. @andyhavens, go figure.