A Song of Succulence

An epicurean feast of flesh lies hidden beneath her skin

Photo by Yaoqi LAI on Unsplash

Round and full and luscious,
like berries in July,
a stream of juices dribble
down the inside of her thigh.

Sweet and tangy syrup
like the nectar of the gods,
it coats my lips and fingers
as with my tongue, I prod

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Jupiter Grant

Jupiter Grant

Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant

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