Peach

Eating a peach is the most sensual experience I can think of
Each fine silver vellus hair stands up straight off the contour
of its plump, round, orange body
I run my finger over its surface
I hate to break the skin, the fine soft skin
with the edge of my teeth
but as I run my lip over the skin
savoring the tingle of the soft tissue
I cannot help myself
As I sink my teeth into the thick liquid center
the juice runs out toward me
my tongue is alert with the sensation of sweetness
I suck the wound I have created,
taking in every drop of juice
before completing the bite
My hands are dripping with glucose
the succulent drops run down my fingers
I lick off all the sweet pools
that have collected in the lines of my hands
Then I demolish the peach
leaving not one heavenly morsel behind