ode to a peach

quite possibly the perfect man

too hot

too sticky

to write

too much

today

but...

let me say this:

i have found my true love

in the nectar of

a perfect, chilled, ripe peach

skin

just taut enough

flesh

just tender enough

juice

just plentiful enough

for a rogue drop

to escape my mouth undetected

and descend

casanova-style

down

down

down

to the tip of

my

chin

where it

took in the majestic view

and

fell (or jumped?) helplessly

plop

into my

welcoming

decolletage.

my, what a lucky little dribble.

my, what a lucky little me.

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psst...i got them from freshdirect.com!