A challenge
Your smooth skin sits unwrinkled
begging to be touched
blushing in front of me on the table.
Young fresh smelling
of outdoor summer sun
waiting to be plucked
mouth-wateringly juicy you perch
unblemished a remembrance of youth.
Opened you glisten ripe firm and wet
my breath quickens
tongue longs to touch
and yet, a traitor both
a taste and my throat will close
stomach churn and I will gag.
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