My Fruit Stained Lover
by LateNiteFantasy©
Laughing like luscious long legged ladies of lust
It all comes down to the pulse and the thrust
A blood plums juices drips down her chin
Down her neck splotching on her creamy soft sin
Muscled fingers squeezing and groping, always hoping
Ooh, such hot breath flowing out over stranded hair never stopping
An orchestra of it, moans, groans and other naughty nostalgia
Wait a word winding wildly so a lick while waiting
Helps pass the wait. He grasps at the strawberries in his hand
Crushing them so his hand is stained another blood strand
And then that one lucky finger of the five stained the most
Finds her lips so red and soft he gets to boast
Her lips love his finger, all the care and passion
A breath of his collapses out bundled with all that he couldn’t fashion
Crescendo, forte and boom the choir to the love that scarce be heard.
