Valencia Lust

O, Valencia's prized possession, perfected in your prime, to pluck you without resistance from a beaming, bowing branch... Gravity's gentle transaction would roll like attraction into my open palm. To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip, senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness... How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel. Tenderness is just one press away from these longing lips. Digging in, cuticles' thirst would be quenched like a manicure's pleasure. The citrus mist would burst beneath your flesh with the sound of captive release, freedom's sigh. Fragrant as orange blossoms under active inhales, sweet as honey perfumery, tantalizing taste buds would smoothly squeeze your ethereal pulp upon them, dripping with delectable desire fulfilled. Seamless in freshness, unblemished, each bite would be a lover's delight, binding beauty, external with internal in this connoisseur's lifelong find. 2-18-2020