In The Mouth of Desire

Plump cherries sit atop twin mounds and a sly smile hovers around her ripe strawberry lips, Sweat, like honey, titillatingly rolls in rivulets down her lithe and luscious torso to an oasis, moist and luxuriant. From the hilltop region down to an enchanting sanctuary lies a pulsating plateau, sizzling like bacon in a frying pan, stirring my latent passion to a feverish pitch… melting me like a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day.