Plump enough
To collapse 
Into
Your own sea

{Of juices} 

You turn to me
Saying what could never be spoken 
Through words. 

I take you 
To the edge of the balcony,
 
Placing my belly on the wall,
My breasts on the ledge,
My neck stretching over the sidewalk below-

Ready to catch what I cannot contain.

I touch you,
Soft and fuzzy.
So little skin between 
The wetness that pools beneath~ 

Waiting for my lips.

I lick you, 
Rough against the tongue, 
Moving aside your outer garments. 
My teeth follow suit
Making the slightest puncture in your flesh.

You ooze with sweet delight 
And drizzle down my chin.

As I taste you, 
My carnal beast awakens.

I plunge, 
Mouth widening,
Tongue gliding.

Lapping your excretions, 
Biting your curves, 
Moaning into your moisture,
As you drip down onto the sidewalk. 

Giggling as I watch your puddles form,

I suckle you, 
Making love to you
by
Devouring you. 

Until only your seed remains,
Pulsing between my hand and mouth.
Wet and satiated,
Vulnerable in your conclusion.

We breathe together,
Inhaling the sweet freedom 
Of uninhibited joy,
In this dance of sustenance 
Between Earth’s most exquisite treasures.

Apologies for the delay between posts my beloved readers! I hope this one was worth the wait, and that you may be inspired to take a little more time with the next piece of fruit that brushes your lips 👄 😋

💜 Juniper