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
Brave & Reckless 
Sexy.
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Why thank you Sam!
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Very evocative…
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Unsurprisingly I was eating an orange while I ate it. I have been home WAY too long with the flu.
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I’ve been quite sick over the last two weeks as well.. hasn’t been pretty
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This winter’s flu is fierce and ugly. And I had a flu shot!
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I indulgently add my orange poem to this thought.
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I will go investigate. The offer to collaborate still stands. Dig your writing.
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This sounds excellent, and thanks. What do you propose? Digging yours as well.
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Let me give it some thought throughout the day as I really should be getting ready for work right now. Will be in touch. Let me know if you have a flash on inspiration.
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Check, opposite side of the world, so my day is setting. Have a great one!
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