Photo supplied by Poets United
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Cool to the touch,
succulent flesh
yields grudgingly
to hands that
reach out and
grasp in need.
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Fingers stroke
soft, lush skin...
soft, lush skin...
imagining how
lips might also
lips might also
trail across this
naked pleasure.
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Were you mine
my tongue would
taste your juice,
would savour
each fragrant drop
of sweetness.
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Come to me…
Come to me…
my eager mouth
will not rest
‘til I am sated
on the repast
of your love.
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I’m amused to watch the care with which discerning shoppers choose their fruit. They sniff, peer, probe and stroke…no detail is overlooked by those who seek the very best. I find myself wondering if their loved ones are afforded the same intense level of consideration that the dewy peach takes as its due!
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When I saw that Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt was, "Market Day", this piece came to mind. For more takes on the theme, check out the link below...
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http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
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I’m amused to watch the care with which discerning shoppers choose their fruit. They sniff, peer, probe and stroke…no detail is overlooked by those who seek the very best. I find myself wondering if their loved ones are afforded the same intense level of consideration that the dewy peach takes as its due!
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When I saw that Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt was, "Market Day", this piece came to mind. For more takes on the theme, check out the link below...
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http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
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