Peach

There she stands holding the fruit offered to her

Her hand delicately gripping it not wishing to mar it in anyway

Her gaze is of almost veneration with a hint of mischief

Her luscious lips touch the velvety skin and

Then her teeth ferociously yet tenderly sink in

Her eyes close in ecstasy while

The juice oozes out of the corner of her

Enticing mouth

The tantalizing meat is exposed after

That scrumptiously satiating bite

I relish the sight!

I lust to become the

Source of such everlasting titillation