Flowered, freckled skin,
Pink fleshy pulp;
Salivating senses
Anticipate pink flesh;
Your fresh scent,
Erogenous,
Raising hairs along my neck;
Alive, electric, eager
Shocks jolt my tongue-tip
Tasting your pleasing juice.
Flesh-pulp rivulets drown my chin;
Cheeks aflush with pleasure.
Strawberries tease my taste buds.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
Very nice 🙂
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Thank you, Anna!
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Amazing! There for a moment I was wondering if I dare read the next line. 🙂
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That was fun to write…I’m not sure why 😉
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