Peach Fuzz
Tons of peaches
Growing on every tree
You'd think I'd wash off the fuzz
Nope, not me
One after the other
Juice dripping down my chin
I feel my lips beginning to burn
The swelling begins
Who needs lips stick
When you have lips this luscious and red
Their bigger than Julia Roberts
I'll need a tractor to lift them into bed.
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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