Margherita

Posted on January 22, 2015     Leave a Comment

It began as a flirtation, with me gnawing on your crunchy outer rim like a firm ring of Saturn – not colorful or rocky, but solid, circular, celestial – to me, your attraction’s main event, really, before sliding seductively underneath your middle and becoming almost an afterthought of your taste. Meshed with the red of […]

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