Peach Hunger

One of those classic horny peach-eating poems

This poem is an early piece of mine that’s been bouncing around in my journal. Enjoy!

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A peach in hand,
soft to the touch—
I raise it in prayer,
so we may kiss 
each other’s flesh.

My teeth in your skin,
juices dancing
across my tongue,
dribbling down my hands—
sticky and sweet.

I’ll smell like you
for the rest of my day—

A treat in the sun,
or a snack
in fridge light—

I hold your body
in reverie,
a holy relic
fuzzy to the touch.

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