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 … Continue reading The Taste of Citrus