The Orange Poem by Jessica Layman

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