Peaches
A poem about woman
Published in
Jan 28, 2021
Her skin
Pale, soft and light
Like the cheeks of a newborn babe
Her breasts, perfect
Drops like peaches
Hanging ready for harvest in Autumn
Her lips, like cherries
Eager to please
Lets out a gentle moan
My hands
Find their way
To the most sacred place
And we are held
In strong arms
As we reach
Ecstasy together
One ivory, one beige
Curled together
Like two onions
That grew side by side
Spooned by nature
In which they reside