Imagine I was a peach
slightly pink lips, fire hair
soft skin, a subtile taste,
firm but still soft flesh
Imagine you take it in your hands gently you stroke the skin, you explore the shape, gently you explore it's depth,
with subtile pressure you check it's hardness
Imagine you take it to your mouth
your lips gently touch it's hurry skin with
enjoyment, your teeth bite the flesh
greedily, you slurp the out pourily
juices with your tongue to get all
the way to the love
Imagine you have eaten the peach.
Relax now and think of me.
(Anonymous)
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