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Jul 2013
My lips part eagerly
as a welcome party for the peach
so juicy and ripe
and in its own way, eager for  my mouth.

The juice mingles sweetly over my tongue
and slides down
shocking my mouth
with the sweet growth of sensation
my mouth full of the sweet water of the flesh
so wonderful,
so sensual,
so much like love

I miss you
Christine Eglantine
Written by
Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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