That seed of orange passion

The orange light from the candles around,
The orange sheet I laid for us that night,
you peeled my soul like an orange,
drinking my lips like it was a passion fruit ripe and orange,
as you drank deeper and deeper into my valley,
I was reduced to a miniature seed which would ebb with passion for you
when it blooms for a life time,
when you enter deeper in  me,
I cry out of agony and madness
and the seed felt it’s purpose,
it’s destiny!

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