A Day in the Life of a Peach

Would losing me even be a loss?

I’m in love with your voice I’m in love with your personality I’m in love with your face I’m in love with your smile I’m in love with your lips I’m in love with your nose I’m in love with your eyes I’m in love with your freckles I’m in love with your cheeks I’m in love with your teeth I’m in love with your tongue I’m in love with your eyebrows I’m in love with your hair I’m in love with each individual eyelash I’m in love with your body I’m in love with your legs I’m in love with your feet I’m in love with your thighs I’m in love with your waist I’m in love with your back I’m in love with your hips I’m in love with your spine I’m in love with your ribs I’m in love with your chest I’m in love with the veins in your neck I’m in love with the marks on your skin I’m in love with your birthmark I’m in love with the way you sing to me I’m in love with the way you bite your lip I’m in love with your cute bum I’m in love with how you make me laugh I’m in love with your skin I’m in love with your bones I’m in love with the way you smell I’m in love with the way you look at me I’m in love with your laugh I’m in love with your dorky quirks I’m in love with the twilight in your eyes I’m in love with the moonlight against your skin But most of all I’m in love with you.

Just grab me, push me on the bed. Kiss me as you explore my body with your hands. Gently. Softly. Slowly. Increasing my heart rate. Kiss my neck and give me hickies in places where others won’t see. Scratch my back and pull my hair. Whisper in my ear how bad you want me.