that  sweet spot

that place I love to touch
that one that look like a ripe peach
 not sliced still with that velvet peel
a beautiful line with puffy lushes sides
and for what lies inside  pure perfection
wet flowing sweet ambrosia pure nectar
your aroma beacons me to taste more deep
the deeper the well the sweeter the water
perfect so inviting, fingers now exciting
a desire rising. Mesmerizing uniting
I slit your peach with your delight of me
as we merge erotically,our pleasure complete