Your poris skin
weighed down by your scent
squeezing you softly
your scent surrounds me
intoxicating
my mouth waters
at the thought
of how you must taste
I peal back
that which hides you
from my eyes
you are bare
and I eagerly await you
starting at your base
I run my tongue
through your part
splitting you open
I take you in to my mouth
savoring your juices
as they run down
my chin
I am enamored
and enraptured
by your taste
your scent
the way you feel
against my lips
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I would like to translate this poem
fine.....the best ever poem i have ever read about oranges.........dear poet...........does it really feel so sweet?