November 22, 2008
By Samantha Flemming, Baton Rouge, LA

When I first laid eyes on her
I smiled and she blushed
I picked her up from the tree of love she had fallen from
I knew from all the others she was the perfect one
I took her home and sat her on the top of the table and
I took a seat right below her
I decided to eat her slowly
Because I wanted to enjoy it
But I knew to be careful because she could be easily bruised
First I rubbed my lips against her
And felt the lightness of hairiness
Next I admired her touch of firmness
Then I took a bite
She was so sweet and full of moisture
So Ripe
So Juicy
All that was left now was a seed
I had never enjoyed anything quite as much as I enjoyed
My Peach!

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book