peach-power by Rg Gregory
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let this be all
they lull so well endowed with dreams of wanting flesh who can resist their touch not they who wishing much sigh o you do me proud
and yield in fruitful dreams to the nectars of delight that peaches bosom forth (no better biter’s worth) or so the vision seems
till age sends suckers out to tease such juice away and longing’s hardened crust admits a fraying trust that o the joy’s run out
believe that if you will – till death the sweetened flow haunts lips the peaches kissed embalms taste-buds so blessed no timelessness can kill
where peaches nestle - hopes cannot be pensioned off they cluster down the ages drop softened onto pages libido fondly gropes
so peach (of all) impeaches yearnings that lose their lustre yet stir goodbyes to house remnants of lust’s carouse (glow of the heart’s far reaches)
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