After making love we share an orange in bed.
Without a word, you lift a naked slice to my lips.
From your hand the scent of delight comes drifting up.
I feel its dampness, its freshness and its ever-ness
all at once. Outside the window, the sun sets slowly
into our mouths, and we kiss with so much fervor
to stop the color from changing in this room.
Orange
SW Altair 
Gorgeous, and sexy as Hell. Very, very nice.
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thanks! 😊
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Juicy filling sweet 😀
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You really transported me to a very passionate and romantic state of mind with your poetry.
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