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Ink · 03-23-2013, 05:38 PM

A Healthy Perversion

Simply put, you are the best - flaunting your yellow flesh
Your age reflects what I desire most and I'm so refreshed
With hair a vibrant evergreen, I watch the laurel wreath caress
The gentle dips below your neck, the way raindrops would collect
So don't be mean, let me run my thumbs along your hills and valleys
With my eyes shut tightly, as your braille purrs a silent poetry
I know it's me, it's gotta be, the one to taste your secrecy
The cells in you will pop with juice as you become a part of me
I know just how you want it and I'm an expert with the weaponry
Blade cuts enough to see the pink, but not enough to make you bleed
Moistened with each inflicted wound, the scent is pungent, sets the mood
The rightful owner, my hands caging you the way you want me to
Ripping the layers off your fruit, a rind that salesmen bosses shun
I part you at the set of creases that always leaves you undone
Won't last more than a minute as my mouth fulfills it's purpose
Smacking my lips at the bittersweet, vitamin rich essence

My grapefruit.

03-23-2013, 05:38 PM	#1
Ink Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 329 Battle Record: 5-5 Rep Power: 60	A Healthy Perversion Simply put, you are the best - flaunting your yellow flesh Your age reflects what I desire most and I'm so refreshed With hair a vibrant evergreen, I watch the laurel wreath caress The gentle dips below your neck, the way raindrops would collect So don't be mean, let me run my thumbs along your hills and valleys With my eyes shut tightly, as your braille purrs a silent poetry I know it's me, it's gotta be, the one to taste your secrecy The cells in you will pop with juice as you become a part of me I know just how you want it and I'm an expert with the weaponry Blade cuts enough to see the pink, but not enough to make you bleed Moistened with each inflicted wound, the scent is pungent, sets the mood The rightful owner, my hands caging you the way you want me to Ripping the layers off your fruit, a rind that salesmen bosses shun I part you at the set of creases that always leaves you undone Won't last more than a minute as my mouth fulfills it's purpose Smacking my lips at the bittersweet, vitamin rich essence My grapefruit. __________________ Pen and Thread Bent \| Nom \| Ink STILL working on that book I left competing for... ig: @dchang.poetry