A found an apple , her lips supple
Nipple , purple
Juicy flesh
Round and perfect in shape
Take a bite , go for a ride
Blend it , bend it
End it , spend on it
Cut into pieces , sometimes misses
Thick lava flows as the blade penetrates in to the tasty flesh
Friction from holding the knife
My hands wet
I ain't full yet
More , cut harder
The knife push harder
It wide open , cooked straight from the oven
Heat emanating
Quench my thirst with its vapour
Soft and tender
Licking my fingers
A sloathing sound
Slippery wet ground
©fredrick o
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