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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
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
Published 2nd Dec 2022
| Edited 4th Dec 2022
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Anonymous
4th Dec 2022 10:32am
Sensual write up!!
10th Dec 2022 3:07pm
