Her Peach

I like to wait
keep things on edge
wanting forbidden fruit
to slowly ripen
 
Savouring the sweet scent
every effort spent
letting lazy fingers
wander
 
Tracing rising buds
smooth bare midriff
approaching the cliff
of no return
 
Watching your eyes
parting your thighs
ever coaxing
the glistening dew
 
Kissing southern lips
between rounded hips
a tease of fuzz
to lap the nectar
 
on my tongue  
and down the throat