Andra Wadas - Sweet Nectar

The warmth of the caressing light
sitting close
holding tight
firm round object
cupped in your hand
with the enchanting texture
and the aromatic scent
slightly squeezing
not wanting to bruise
slowly peeling back the cover
exposing the insides
juices starting to flow
as your tongue glides over
teasing your taste buds
in the anticipation
for the first taste
the sweet sticky nectar
dripping down your chin
your whole month now sinking in
hearing the succulent sounds
of enjoyment
in eating an orange

Andra Wadas

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