My Peach

Succumb to my desire like a peach
I place my mouth upon to get the sweet,
the nectar from the fruit I suck from each
is cool and wet; with you I long for heat
the way your steam arises to my tongue
the way my tongue is dripping of you, wet
I love the way you taste, your song is sung
in every slurp I make; our bodies get
more warm by rubbing skin to skin, the flesh
of legs and stomachs heats us as we stretch
our organs feel the softness intermesh
and love is something real, we feel, we etch.
I want to come inside and hear you scream
It feels just like my hottest, fondest dream.

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