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Peach Salsa

Peach salsa

Has that tangy taste

Between sweet and spicy

Burning tongues naughtily but nicely.

 

Peach salsa

Is the quiet librarian of dips

Unassuming until the bun comes undone

And blink of an eye she’s a firecracker in bed.

 

Peach salsa

Tastes a lot like you

And our Sunday afternoons

Experiments with papaya and pineapples

Tossed in with tomatoes and crying onions

The perfect recipe for a little change and a lot of disaster.

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Sep 18, 2013
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