dream angel
with wings widespread,
scent of tangerine
being peeled
and split
in sections
with my tongue
succulent and welcoming,
juices dripping
on my lips
like the irresistible
tang of brandy,
one taste
never enough —
intoxicate me,
satisfy my thirst,
exhaust me,
until morning
and sleep.
…
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