The succulent peach...
juices dripping,
chin covered in voluptuousness.
Abundant taste pours over me.
Caught on my pallet to linger on my mind.
Memories of peaches past.
Childhood romps with the
warmth of the sun.
Dirt stirred up into my nostrils
mingling with tastes of harvest time.
Peaches...forever linger on my mind.
Just a few of my lovely felted purses
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