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Feb 2011
I remember when we first met
my eyes carefully admired your
delicious curves and lines
ten fingers delicately graze the
fine hairs on your skin
I knew that I wanted you
so I took you home, made you wait
until I was ready, until I wanted it
and you did not disappoint
with each layer I remove, you
became even more beautiful
until at last, that first taste…
so sweet I could hardly believe it
each bite was more sumptuous
than the last one, so much so that
I was sad that you had nothing
left to give to me
few things are quite as satisfying
as a good peach for breakfast
MSBQ - 2/19/10
Michael S Quilici
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Michael S Quilici
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