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.