Orange Fusion Sex Scenes

by Curt Allday

A little timid
Somewhat less kind

Something well said but
A little less blatant

Nothing to find here in
Vacant meanderings
Around the big block dining hall
The rind of this orange
Eyes fixated on the turns
The yearning for an answer
In this peeling unraveling
Before my eyes signs of
The acidic fruit
Hovering like the dove
Shot with shotgun
Love the emotion I cannot
Seem to wrestle into my breast
To captivate and hold up
To alter a tiny bit of
Religious dogma
But back to this bloody orange
Its seeds, the taste
A volcanic red vacuum
The only true feeling of pleasure
In one
Bite back
Light been
But been
Here there everywhere
But steer fear slowly into
So clear

Why does anything taste
So good as sex on the lips
Of your breath
Panting in the driveway
Sucking on this distracting
After release
While my eyes
Roll back into a medieval landscape
Of angels, devils, temptation
Di Vinci Raphael oil painting
As I release inside
Crying with orgasms
It hurts like
It feels like
My manhood is burning
Like rubbing alcohol
Like this fucking
Stupid orange
While you ignore
Like this is not even cool
Or simplistic
Or truthful at all
But simply a good fuck

The high still maintained
We stare in foggy car
Pathetic how
She spits out seeds
Chews on outer coating
And the sunset becomes
Another orange
After casual sex
And I have gotten nothing
But empty peelings
And a shriveled condom


Author's Note: So many experiences, so many times you feel this is the right thing to do, but when the pain of orgasm wears off, you stare into each other's eyes and realize...what were we thinking? Worse, you think this is the girl and it ends up being a disappointment

Posted on 04/08/2005
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