A swollen globe of sensual softness
Gently cupped in warm, tender hand
Fine down covered hills of Venus
Teasing of majestic arousal
A fruit of nature so divine
Attracts with vision, taste and perfume
Hearts desires are driven sometimes granted
For the need to consume this fruit.
Taste roams the textured surface
To find an entrance and be nourished
The heady perfume arouses further
Taste wildly seeks an opening
Tongue gently frees the bursting juice
Flowing free on cheek and lips
Gushing, running, spilling
Juice flows as warm summer rain
Exposed flesh is further discovered
Hungry tongue darts in to taste
And sucked so tenderly across the mouth
The yielding lips give up their treasure
The tongue goes deep toward the seed
Eating all, nothing left but flavour
Melting moments of mutual pleasure
The peach tree fruit my love in nature
