You’ve never seen her flesh so exposed, it sits there as if peeled from a rind, all swollen, doubled in size. You press your tongue into the burst fruit, slide it across the slit, meet the little kernel that waits there, hard as a rock, for its finder.

Her thighs tremble, she presses her pelvis in your face, lets your mouth, your nose, your chin sink into mounds of flesh. She sucks air sharply, moans, drips, you lick it all up, you won’t miss any of it.