Rachel

Rachel Rachel, sweetest looking peach on such a high branch A teasing sway in her round hips, full of undiluted gorgeous femininity Eyes as blue as sky and a voice that is felt all over, more like a warm breeze than sound Aesop might recommend the lesson of the sour grapes, but his Greek eyes never saw such a perfect northern beauty as Rachel. He would have to eat his words and tell his tale in reverse; how this unreachable treasure made all the low hanging fruit taste sour Damn!