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.
Reposted from 2015
Writers Envy 
Nicely penned.
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I felt spring in the air,Nice!! 😀
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beautifully subtle
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Thank you. I posted this on Twitter too and haven’t been banished yet 🙂
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I should hope not. It’s beautifully subtle and sensual. Nothing to be banned. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anna Dobritt — Author.
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Thank you, Anna!
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Fascinating!!😄
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Thank you 😉
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You’re quite welcome!😊
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Definitely worth a repost Will, it held you captive until the end.👍🌞
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Poetry is often dark, introspective, thoughtful. This one was fun to write and even more fun to read 🙂
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I am going to have to go and buy some strawberries now! Although, they don’t taste quite the same as fresh picked in sunshine when you buy them in a plastic tub in the store.
This was sensual and sweet.
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I remember picking strawberries at a farm as a kid. What fun that was, and delicious too. I enjoyed writing this one 🙂
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Warm fruit is soooo good. Except cherry tomatoes. Those remind me of fish eggs exploding in the mouth. Yucky.
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Ewwww – I agree!
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Amazing… This is so good
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Thank you!
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