sweet fleshy skin warm

kiss like nothing else

your orange creamy tart taste will into honey turn if we lay in the sun together

the smell of green emanates from you within calling me to pull the knife

i strip you down to your ripe round middle and gently nibble and suck you down

and when the time is right i stroke you down as i’m reminded of his long missed circumcision

and our tropical walks through Walmart aisles shopping for the Fourth of July