I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech

you're eyes are as big as the sea
they have a habit of engulfing me
as do your legs, bent at the knee
entanglement has never felt so free

your lips too, grab me in their caress
fondly fit inside their finesse
your sweet words in my ears, fluoresce
your love causing my heart to iridesce

I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech

oh how love feels when it's right
oh how her eyes shine in the light
under those stars shining bright
as we proceed through the night

with every kiss I am speechless
unable to say how wonderful each is
like warm summers on cool beaches
or a bite from the freshest of peaches