naked she sat
cross legged on the floor
eating a peach
juice meandered
down her chin
to the hollow
at the base of her neck
I couldn’t resist
the taste of peach
the taste of her
south
the juices dripped
followed by my tongue
to the tastiest fruit
af all
…
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