Honeyed Peaches

Chosen from the china

Cup, changing from the known.

In my palms a freshly plucked peach.

Gazing; devouring,

Adoration and lust.

I peruse your curves; my atlas.

Your flesh is plump with juice,

Feel the hair graze my lips,

That deters unwanted insects.

Tentatively taste you

Deliciousness drips down.

Oh sweet scent! Oh euphoria!

Syrupy nectar freed.

Cherry cheeks flaming crimson,

I gorge myself on honeyed fruit.

Teasing your core, unleashed.

Sigh of satisfaction,

I have reached the stone, a shudder.

Smiles of sweet nothings true,

Drunk from the taste of you,

Your essence staining my soft skin.

Fulfilled, we now depart.

Why just choose a peach when

You can sample the whole fruit bowl? 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Lusty , flavorful , tasty...Bravo

[AleyshaRosa]

Well now, that's one way to eat a peach.
I feel the lust of the poem behind the simple concept, and I couldn't appreciate it more. It takes true skill to enhance a fruit with such poetic words.

Koodoos Kirsten