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:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPocketLike 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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