Pleasure

I hold in my hand
Flesh warm and tender,
Never touched before.
Lifted to my face
With scent so strong,
Mind tingles with desire.
A lick on soft fuzz,
Nibble on young skin,
Juices run down my chin.
A gentle bite,
Young flesh ‘tween wet lips,
Brings sensations of your dreams.
Caressed by my tongue,
Massaged with my lips,
Slowly consumed for pleasure.
Taste held to savor,
Each fleeting moment,
Passion has a life.
Climax comes soon,
Wait it will not.
Only a memory remains.

Nothing can compare,
To the very first time,
You eat a warm peach,
Fresh off the tree.