The Cherry Pick

Written by: jai Garg

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: