The Prince of Peaches

The Prince of Peaches came to my bedroom.
He passionately kissed me with kisses
Tasting of the sweet nectar of peaches.
His hands caressed my breasts, teasing my buds.
I drew in a sigh at his touch and quivered.
With the scent of peaches drawing me in,
I traced the nectar trail with my warm lips,
Where I found the sweet fruit of his desire.
My tongue flicked down and around his firm length.
Hungering for him, my mouth took it in.
The taste of him was intoxicating.
We peeled our exterior coverings
And exposed our hidden delicacies.
I reclined and offered my sweet cream pot.
He ran his fingers around the rim,
Until he found my kernel of pleasure.
Waves of warmth flowed throughout my exposed flesh.
His tongue ran across my wanton kernel
He dipped fingers deep into the sweet pot,
Stroking the hidden fruit of ecstasy.
The rolling waves crested and cream spilled out.
I longed for his firm and exposed peachy flesh
To fill my vessel with his sweet nectar.
Answering my pleas of hungering need,
The Prince stroked his fruit against my kernel
And down into my kindled sweet cream pot.
Peaches and sweet cream blended together
With a dizzying heated fruition.
His hot sweet juice filled me to the brim.
I have become the Princess of Peaches.