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Click hereDecked out in nothing but lace
An inviting grin upon her face
She sits before you sweetly
Her hair and make-up done so neatly
Blanket beneath protects skin
The picnic is about to begin
A knife to cut the green fruit
She raises it once in a swift salute
The blade bites into hard green
Slicing both the jade and white parts clean
Cloven into two parts wide
Revealing the pink, red flesh inside
Juice flows from the opened gourd
Brown eyes glisten as she sees her hoard
Rocking forward on her hips
She brings the precious food to her lips
Eager to drain the juice within
She's soon covered in pulp, cheek and chin
Tendrils of pink fluid run
And in her haste her hair comes undone
Locks of russet meet pink juice
As across her nape the fluids sluice
Then down to her waiting breasts
Rose tears cascade over those pale crests
Looking up her eyes meet yours
As the juice rolls over her contours
Satiated now herself
She lies back to offer you her wealth
Dripping in watermelon
A vision to rival Troy's Helen
You move to her, tongue ready
The scents of woman and fruit, heady
Devouring sweet rivers made
Your mouth travels courses once forbade
Her nipples, peaks growing hard
Sugared valleys you swiftly discard
Licked clean of fruit, still you need
Seeking her cunt you begin to feed
She moans beneath your caress
Her own juices soon flowing in excess
She writhes under tender touch
As if sensations could prove too much
She gasps, shudders, spasms and screams
Indulged in your watermelon dreams