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Peach

Peach

Soft warm and gentle, the feeling when it's on my face, the sensation of it brushing my lips, makes my desires race

The smell of her freshness, makes me want her flesh within, it starts a growing hunger, always born from sin

I love to kiss the outside skin, then I peel it open wide, there is the soft wet fruit, I see the juice inside

Looking so very delicious, I watch the juices start to drip, I don't want any to go to waste, so I move in for a sip

The taste of it so spectacular, this forbidden fruits devine, If only whilst in my dream, this gorgeous Peach is mine

I eat it with such passion, I feel it dancing on my tongue, it's juices running down my throat, until the night is done

Then sadly the night is over, you're no longer in my reach, but if I close my eyes tight enough, in my mind I see your Peach

Ron
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Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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