The Perfect Peach
Last night I bit into the perfect peach;
I felt the sensation in my mouth
and on my tongue.
Your lips they are new each moment,
every time I kiss you.
Sometimes raw emotion is in the air;
Sometimes the taste is gentle breezes.
When awoken in the morning,
I look over and can’t believe it is you.
That you are my lover,
that we share this bed of perfect sensation.
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