That one guy that you all ways forget's blog: "Poems of mine."

 
Your touch is softer than your skin,
Lips are more adddicting than any drug they should be a sin,
They sweetness is diden deep insider your out shell,
So is the necture of a orange hding behind its pell till you cut into it's prtective cell,
Warm and surgary,
Luquidty and rich as honey,
Gushing and oozing,
Eatable as well as drinkable,
Addicting with the frist tast,
When its tottaly gond your left wanting, craving more,
Even though you feel refreshed and quenched,
Pure satifaction is but a kiss, touch ,taste and word away,
If thee wants they orange then thee but needs to ask. ©