late night peach

she crept into bed with the smell of salt
on her skin and cigar in her hair.
(she woke me)
with an orange-crush kiss and fevered demand.

she straddled my face and lowered herself
to my lips. she was a peach, dripping, and
she grabbed,and,gripped,and,pulled
my hair,
she pushed,and,pressed,and,ground
her cunt,

(i yielded)
, and
, i
, devoured.

5 thoughts on “late night peach

  1. Gosh! I was just about to write a poem with peaches in it. It wasn’t going to be this hot though. Not by far.

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