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Fruit & Whipped Cream

I love the way you bite into that grape.
Your lips wrap around it
squeezes the juice,
your lips become moist
Enticing to see you enjoy your fruit
I like the way you lick your lips when your finish
Oh how you tame me,
I sit here watching patiently
as you bite into your next prey
hoping I can be the next in line
I brace myself as you grab the whipped cream.
Our eyes meet & it feels like a dream.
Your hips move in circular motions,
on this marble kitchen counter.
Got my body hypnotize, my full devotions.
No interruptions, show me what you can do.
Slow jams riding the beat in the background,
I’m still impressed with the movements of your tongue,
as you cruise around the strawberry,
whipped cream, you never miss a spot.
The room is intense, and you shine those pearly white teeth at me.
“Why so serious?!”
I watch her reach for banana and a peach,
She sprays a drop of whipped cream on her finger,
And ask me to clean it up.
My chance to show her,
Why I am her man!
“Stop!”
She slides it in my mouth,
“Lets Begin!”

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