Lunchtime Poetry

I peeled my love an orange,
And, watching her,
Fed the plump segments
Across her delicious lips.

Her teeth caressed
Each slice,
Biting softly to release
The sweet liquid stickiness.

The juice ran down her throat.
I bent to lick it off
And slake my thirst
With her flavor.

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