February Peach
May 24, 2017
A poem
With a soft snap,
teeth pierce velvet skin
warm with colour.
Yellow flows into
orange melts into
red bleeds into
pink, sunset rich.
Succulent nectar
bursts past lips,
dribbles down chin,
rescued by fingertip.
Moist mouth lingers
on tip, slides
over stone sucked
noisily clean.
Nose fills with
scent, musky sweet,
summoning memory
of slow summer sex.
