Running my tongue across skin,
Subtly textured with goosebumps,
Those as of a lover in the throws of passion,
Immersed in the moment as time holds its breath,
Still, that is what I am, perfectly still,
All the while holding the flesh between my teeth,
Feeling its taunting plump resistance,
That hesitation just before my teeth pierce flesh
Finally yielding that which lies beneath,
Filling my mouth with a flavor that compares to none.
I love kumquats.
I feel Vampiresque upon first bite.
I was at a friends house and out her side door I espied a kumquat tree burdened with a multitude of the plump little orange orbs. Fortune shined that very day because she had no real affinity for my little friends and readily handed me a bag along with her blessing. I already see another visit on the near horizon. Maybe the moon will be full.