Pretty Little

With golden rays between the tall may trees, 
Clear blue skies like ribbons and baby bows, 
You, love, await to be picked with a squeeze, 
Your pulp drips in my mouth waiting below.
The sweet nectar was crafted by the gods, 
Oh! To be quenched by your rich plump center, 
Crafted by Hera, goddess divine!
Oh, Clementine, bright love like goldenrod,
In your garden depths do let me enter! 
Sit and let me sketch your winding outline!

Beneath the flowered trees I love to lay, 
Suckling like a newborn baby girl,
You fill me up and for that I will pay, 
Zeus’ bride’s dowry my fingers do twirl, 
Clementine, this will never be enough! 
On Mount Olympus, we’d forever be, 
Oh, Femininity at it’s very best, 
Ripened like a perfectly baked cream puff, 
In the armored core of your orange tree,
I wish to spread you all over my breast! 

Clementine! How you were seemingly shaped,
To tease and pleasure this innocent soul!
Aphrodite in her gardens does scrape, 
Our love from her endless watering hole! 
Oh Clementine, how I need you to breathe! 
I want to rub you on my skin like soap, 
Oh! To smell like your fragrant citrine love! 
Virtuous Artemis sees us and seethes! 
My mouth on you, my hands so rough with hope, 
To drain you and see you shiver with love!