poem Low hanging By Cara Thereon on Sunday, March 20, 2016 You’ve left me on the branch Passed up a taste Leaving me to Ripen Or rot But the brush of your fingertips Have awoken a raging need I’m a peach swaying in the breeze Begging someone to take a bite of me Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Life of Elliott... and all that jizz March 20, 2016 at 3:40 pm Reply take a bite and suck the juices…
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take a bite and suck the juices…
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That is the appropriate response. Lol
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Hope it tasted good
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