Fruit

Crystaline godesses transcended the sunlight
And with their gold tipped hands fed me muscadine grapes.

Grapes that exploded with the tastes of codiene and honey.
Grapes that caressed the inner reaches of my swollen tongue.
Grapes that caused the inner roots of all 27 teeth to moan in orgasmic delights.
Grapes that tempted my feet with feathers and wilted the bars of my inner prison.

I never learned such a language but I was tickled in the realm where I could speak it!

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