The Cherry Pick
Cherries with the wine,
Silky red curves to dine,
Floating with the ice,
Looms my tongue to charms and dice;
She devil in brine,
Wet dips and her wits decline,
Breathless she tosses,
In the fresh frolic gossips;
Cheered she baits just fine,
Duly caressed remains mine,
Clamors to recant,
In her to and fro descents;
Between sedation,
Dances edged by temptation,
No accusation,
Accepts flagrant violation;
Bitten ecstasy;
Masticated revelation:
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2010
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