“Citrus Blood” a poem

Citrus blood runs down greedy fingers
luscious wetness coating busy lips
perse eyes hungry for release
imagine, dream....remember
arched back streaming luxuriosly
pushing back stampedes of giggles
calderas giving forth to torrents
as torrents gleefully discharge to the ocean
the brine nurturing and life laden
respirates to the schedule of Diana
pushing and sucking joyously lacking purpose
THIS IS THE PLACE