Peach
Warmed from the sun, I lay and wait for you, ripe. My skin naked and glossed with dew, glows a rosy pale. Cupped in your hands, I am fevered, blushing hot. You pull me to your mouth oh...so slowly. Your wettened lips entice me, they excite me to my very core. I crave for you to taste me. Lick my juices. Bite my skin. I am a peach, existing only for your pleasure. |
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WOW!!!! Now that's what I call erotic. Great writing Mara.
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