I watch as you
Come through the door,
A wobble to the left and then the right.
As you pass, I catch a glimpse
Of the crease down your backside,
Each side symmetrically perfect,
Appearing to be firm
Yet soft, and asking to be
Held in my hand.

I grab you and hold you
Firm in my hands.
The softness of your skin
Against my calloused hands,
Cool at first, then warming
To my touch,
You smell like sweet nectar
That makes my mouth water.

I run my hands over your smooth, bare skin.
The cool, running water gets you wet and
Ready for the delight within.

I run my tongue over your skin,
Mouth watering for the treat inside.
Your soft skin and fine hair
Tickle my tongue as it slides into
Your slit.

The explosion of juice
Fills my mouth and dribbles
Down my face
The aroma of pleasure fills my nose
As my tongue slides up and down
And all around your pit.

As I finish, I feel like a glutton.
I am not satisfied.
Guess it is time for
Another
Peach.