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PEACH FUZZ Orb of blushing yellow, I contemplate thy fate. Luscious curves do call Yet lips do hesitate. Guarding thy gold flesh A coat of tiny fingers, Causing stress to any soul Whose lips decide to linger. Tis courage I must call, I must decide my vote. To want thee from afar, Or risk thy fuzzy coat. Sweet nectar does entice, Thy scent does much bewitch. I bite into thy tender side And leave with lips that itch. |
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Now be honest, how many of you really though this was about a peach..tee hee. What can I say, I was bored at lunch..happy smiles....
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