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Jul 18, 2010
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SINS of the FLESH
I so love your skin's feel
beneath my old rough fingers
e'en after a caress I steal
the memory still lingers
As touch moves on to gentle cleft
I'm filled with anticipation
of patience I am now bereft
please fill my expectation
And each little roundish nub
also begs attention
calling out for a light rub
and a poem's mention
Just the sight of your soft curves
fills me with such delight
and never, ever fails to serve
to enrich my appetite
The taste of you upon my lips
is beyond most others' reaches
and now my secret finally slips
I sure love eating peaches
beneath my old rough fingers
e'en after a caress I steal
the memory still lingers
As touch moves on to gentle cleft
I'm filled with anticipation
of patience I am now bereft
please fill my expectation
And each little roundish nub
also begs attention
calling out for a light rub
and a poem's mention
Just the sight of your soft curves
fills me with such delight
and never, ever fails to serve
to enrich my appetite
The taste of you upon my lips
is beyond most others' reaches
and now my secret finally slips
I sure love eating peaches
— scribbler, Jul 18, 2010
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Critiques
Marie-I-Be
15 years 10 months ago
Juicy!
scribbler
15 years 10 months ago
sins
faithmairee
15 years 10 months ago
Priceless
scribbler
15 years 10 months ago
sins
Lil Z
15 years 10 months ago
Wow!
scribbler
15 years 10 months ago
LOL
magics02
15 years 10 months ago
You threw me for a loop again here
scribbler
15 years 10 months ago
sins
Loreli
15 years 10 months ago
Love it!
poewriter58
15 years 10 months ago
Stan
Lonnie
15 years 10 months ago
What a sly rascal you are!
shirley harrison
15 years 10 months ago
"Peaches"
xena465
15 years 10 months ago
Very witty I love it