Night whispers swim through the short exchange as his nail pierced the skin,
Greeted by the cold refreshing squirt hitting nearby surroundings as his nail persists, Revealing internal delights, As he reaches the end, his lips perched tasting his work. A stimulating but twinge bearing taste reaches his buds, His nails filled with the skins remains, As the surrounding part curled up on the bench, The night sky illuminates its orange flourish. Nature's freshness refined to a ball, Fitting in the hand like a glove as each piece falls apart at the slightest touch, Each piece differs from the rest, Not by its external frame. The delicate palate feels the instantaneous explosion, Expectations no longer exist for it is not possible to tell the unknown, Popping through the cling film covered surface packed one of three possibilities, Bitter, sweet or a duo guarded by its external skin from praying hands. A lustful hope rests on breaching boundaries, No fear of the unknown shall creep, Just solace will exist from its freshness until each piece is gone, Then will the journey home under the night sky commence with a new light.
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