Peaches, your
Fuzzy layer of
Just ripe skin.
I feel you…
Such a specimen.
I hold you softly
In my
Hand
Press my lips
Over the
land.
Not wanting to
Hurt you
Or spurt you...
Just feel that
Velvet outer layer
Imagining what’s inside
Of there.
You lure my mouth
And I sever your
Cover
You’ve got me now
I’m your
Lover.
You’re wet and juicy
Oozing down my
Face
Under my neck
To that place...
My blouse is drenched
So I undress
My hands they’re clenched
And I confess,
I love the feel
Of juice across my breasts.
The sweetest taste
Tongues well
Placed
Hardened nipples
No time to waste.
Oh golden juices
Making your way...
Down my belly
Without.... delay.
Into the sensual
Garden of love
Sent from up in
Heaven above.
The combination of flavors
So Delight
Come here my love
Let’s make it
A night……