Stems are meant to be stroked.
long and elegant.
Moisture slick underneath fingertips.
The concoction: smooth and sweet and complex
slips past and dances the tango of lustful delight on my tongue.
The dark fruit in harmony with cool steps under the blanket of stars.
With each pull, I am closer to love
Cheers to a sensual Saturday night!
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