a peach

Bar maidens’ garb, Linen and the silk beneath, Torn asunder exposing a glistening wet Peach, Displayed Upon a throne of delicate flesh Thick leathery Tongue slides gently against supple Smooth skin enticing intense tidal waves of Reckless And Childish lust to devour each sweet bead of nectar Intricate and delicate it opens, beckoning for a gentle Kiss, with the calm of an ancient soldier, the lips Caress the hood that hides a soft pink stem Lake of molten fire deep inside, passion set ablaze, slowly It brilliance grows the fiery flood driven out with great Purpose splashing sticky juice against an unshaven chin