Peach

I was eating a peach,

and I thought of you.

The soft fuzzy skin of the peach,

Reminds me of your soft cheeks.

Your touch.

Against my hands

Against my soul

The rose red color of the peach,

Reminds me of your rose lips,

Your pink tint

Your hue of love

The orange color of the peach,

Reminds me of the joy

You brighten the day with

You bring to my heart

The yellow color of the peach,

Reminds me of the happiness

We’ve shared with our times

We’ve bloomed upon

The sweetness of the peach,

Reminds me of the sweetness of your heart

The glow you possess

The glare you share with my eyes

The firmness of the peach,

Reminds me of your sensuality

Your desire within

Your breasts so perfectly you

The moistness of the peach,

Reminds me of your inner beauty.

The heart you encompass mine with

The lips you grasp me with

The scent of the peach,

Reminds me of when I shed my amorous gaze upon you

Your smells from the back of your neck, below your ear

Your smells from your clean washed hair

The peach in my hand,

Reminds me of love

That you are an angel

And you are my peach.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

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