Ripe, peachy flesh
Juice dribbling down its skin.
My tongue reaches out,
explores, motivated by sin.
The soft golden glow,
Draws my eyes,pulls at my veins,
Opens my thighs.
I sigh, I sigh,
I'm intrigued, I'm high.
I press my cheek to the sweet softness,
I breathe in the succulent scent.
The nearness of it kills me.
Leaves me yearning, leaves me spent.

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