The Taste of Citrus

Silken black

Blindfold

Covers  eyes

Feel your thumb

Tracing my bottom lip

“Open up”

You say

I hesitate only briefly

Before I obey

Tongue and teeth

Greeted

With sweet-tart

Taste of ripe

Blood orange

Juices running

Down chin

Collarbone

Bare breasts

You feed me

More segments

Unhurridly

Citrus dripping

Skin sticky

Your lips

Long and lingering

On mine

Before trailing down

To drink

Sweet-tart juice

From my warm skin

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