Midnight chores
I loved oranges
till the day
I tasted hers;
now hers is my favourite.
Sweeter, juicer,
it tickles when you touch.
I often let my tongue,
go for search
like hungry hounds devour.
I dig in some,
but she asks to dig in more,
my fingers become more playful
when they enter the honeypot.
We indulge in the act,
of finding more and some more.
I think she loves it,
what we do
as our midnight chores.
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