The Stone Institute

Another Choice

Moonlight dimly illuminates the room.
My hungry hands search carefully.
Firm, firm, soft, softer.

As skin meets with my mouth
I feel each dimple.
My heart pounds with anticipation.

I reposition myself
As I fondle the roundness,
My tongue darts across the warm, smooth and moist surface.

Small nibbles tempt my restraint.
Warm, sweet juices flow from within.
My skin glistens with sweat.

I loose control and plunge into the center.
Sprays of nature’s nectar cover my face.
My thirst is briefly quenched.

Moonlight dimly illuminates the room.
My hungry hands search carefully.
The choice of another orange continues.

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © June 1991

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