The warmth of the caressing light <br />sitting close <br />holding tight <br />firm round object <br />cupped in your hand <br />with the enchanting texture <br />and the aromatic scent <br />slightly squeezing <br />not wanting to bruise <br />slowly peeling back the cover <br />exposing the insides <br />juices starting to flow <br />as your tongue glides over <br />teasing your taste buds <br />in the anticipation <br /> for the first taste <br />the sweet sticky nectar <br />dripping down your chin <br />your whole month now sinking in <br />hearing the succulent sounds <br />of enjoyment <br />in eating an orange<br /><br />Andra Wadas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-nectar-2/
