a spooned mango between my tongue and my throat

there is nothing
as blissful as
realising exactly what you want to do
in that moment
and doing exactly just that.
Otherwise it feels like a spooned piece of mango
stuck vertically
between the tongue
and the throat.
It refuses to go down and even if it does
doesn’t leave a sweet taste behind.

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