Poem: Darling Clementines
wrinkled and orange
they fit in my hands like
the breasts of my youth
biting through the skin
bitterness fills my mouth
citrus scent explodes
peeling the rind in a
continuous loop
separating segments
savoring them one by one
eyes closed
mouth watering
senses expanding
succulent orgasmic oral-gasm
oh the delight of eating
my darling clementines
they fit in my hands like
the breasts of my youth
biting through the skin
bitterness fills my mouth
citrus scent explodes
peeling the rind in a
continuous loop
separating segments
savoring them one by one
eyes closed
mouth watering
senses expanding
succulent orgasmic oral-gasm
oh the delight of eating
my darling clementines
posted by KR | 4/11/2005 10:07:00 PM
3 Comments:
Hey, I like it! I always wondered what those would be like when I see them at the store from time to time. Clementines...hmmm.
yummy
Oh my darlin , Oh my darlin , Oh my darlin Clemintine , wine and dine her 69 her oh my darlin Clemintine......
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