The peachA Poem by T.S. UlmusOkay, the metaphors kind of shallow
I dove into the sweetest peach
Surprised that it was in my reach The furry skin met my face Soft flesh and smooth as lace My fervor was religious So juicy and Delicious I slurped and I lapped My endurance nearly sapped I found the nub of a core Through many moans I implored To passionately rub And suck that nub While juice dripped down my chin It felt like such a sin I didn't want to finish My passion wouldn't diminish Just wish it could last forever My peach eating endeavor But I supped and I sucked Til' it was kissed and it was plucked When my sweet peach had nothing left I fell down in a heft © 2020 T.S. UlmusReviews
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10 Reviews Added on December 10, 2020 Last Updated on December 10, 2020 AuthorT.S. UlmusBennet, NEAboutI try to swerve into a curve that's not rutted by the thoughts of others while clearing the obstacles of the mundane. I like receiving read requests for poetry, but... ya know, good stuff. more..Writing
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