Sep 2011
She slowly bites
into a ripe
summer peach.
I watch its nectar run
over the chin;
and down her neck,
disappearing
between her *******.
I stifle a gasp
and bite
my lip.
into a ripe
summer peach.
I watch its nectar run
over the chin;
and down her neck,
disappearing
between her *******.
I stifle a gasp
and bite
my lip.
- From Songs for my Lovers
