I wanted to captured the sensations as I
ate a peach.
My teeth pierce warm, fuzzy skin,
revealing a glistening mass of sweet flesh;
beckoning my mouth to savor sun-ripened
juices,
tempting nectar dances over my lips,
down my chin and on my tongue,
swallowed,
becoming a part of me.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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I heard vampires practice on peaches.(lol) Seriously, very discriptive and savory poem. Blessings Always, Paul.