The Perfect Orb
Obsessing over The Orb
Green orb, so perfect, so firm, so petite, people wonder why I obsess over you as they hate you. For those, the mere sight or thought makes them shiver and recoil. Sometimes, I feel my stomach start to rumble and my mouth moisten as I start to dream of you again. At the supermarket, loose, you command me to dive in, caress your perfect, petite orbs and scoop them into a bag. Bagged, you pull my sight in and rattle within,...