Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on March 12, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

My perfect peach with petals placed
To keep the image almost chaste
But they must blow away in haste
When we make love 
I want to kiss each petalled spot
Whether intimate or not
Until the peach is piping hot
And we make love
And then I’ll lay upon your back
Open up a new attack
Well maybe after just one smack…
We will make love 
The heaven that I’ll take you too
With all the things that we will do
Is only large enough for two
It’s making love. 

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