Celine

The heady berry of grapes touches a cheek.
A few agonizing seconds
and parted lips meet in a deep kiss.

The berry is squeezed with fingertips.
A bite releases sweet grape juice that drips down a face.
A strong hand slides into panties and fingers press against wet, swollen lips.
So juicy and hot.

Cold grape juice is licked from lips.
Hot lips wrap around fingers. Like this.
Nectar drips down a hand.

The fragrance of musk
and the luscious sweetness of grapes
that drives both wild.