Apricot

Soft
Velvet and flawless
She slips out of her skin
One shoulder at a time
Bearing the flesh beneath
Ripe
Fresh and juicy
His mouth waters
Yearning for a taste
Eyes fixed
Her sweet scent
Saturates the air
He soaks it in
Wet
Drooling
Lips swell and darken
Aching
He drinks in the sight
Restraining with all his might
To take a bite
Of his succulent Goddess
~The apricot~

© Shay Crinkle 2014