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A Slice of Apple Pie

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A Slice of Apple Pie


A slice of apple pie

A squeeze of lemon

An old recipe

As I remember the taste

Before my spoon reaches the surface of the plate

The aroma fills my senses

In a daze

As you strip me naked

Smothered in your kisses

I’m a piece of pie

You relish in my taste

As your heartbeat races

In between seductive dreams

My blood rushes

Sensation overload

From my head to my toes

As your sensation of love overflows

As I feel your soul

I’m your slice of apple pie

Sweet and sour

My welcoming aroma

Caught like a honeybee

As you long to taste

I’m your hunger

I’m your appetite

I long for your long lasting sting

I long for your touch

Eat your pie, slowly

Do not rush

You are my sweet rush

Addicted to your sweet honey

I taste your runny honey

Dripping from my lips

As you eat your pie

Take as long as you please

I feel you with every push

My adrenaline rush

Our lust

Your Naked Poet


Toria

8/1/2023


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