Saturday, February 12, 2011

Organic Peach










You rise early,
move slowly
in dream and light

gaze lazily
sleep slurred eyes
lured to loveliness



then
a soft caress
tentative
skin upon skin
lips and senses sup aroma

oh such sweet indulgence
sinking
flesh into flesh
and relish, relish
warm ripe flesh

well come sweet
lusciousness
well come sweet home

tongue through flesh
tantalising touch
hard textured tip

contrast the soft
succulence
sucking nectar
high as a honey
eater

cast away moment
each pulsating
moment
blissed

eyes skyward
beak ajar
wild wing beating morning
zest

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