We’re eating peaches—
A curvy line of fruit juice
Starts pouring down your chin
Before I stuck out my tongue
And lick your skin clean
The sunshine is dancing in your gaze
Pretty green, with a small hint of haze
The laughter rips out of my chest
—Uncontrollably,
But you lift up your hands and hold me
In that second of silence, redness creeps
Onto my cheeks between your precious hands
—And then you kiss me
Lips soothing over mine, like paper and rhyme
But our eyes spring open, my heart skips a beat
Your gaze softens, while my body is on heat
Those soft lips of yours curl into a smile,
“You had some peach on your lips”—
“But who told you to stop?”

— we end up eating each other’s peaches.