Peaches

I love to eat peaches while lying on beaches

With juice dripping down through my fingers

They’re sticky, they’re sweet, this summer time treat

I beg this true love always lingers

Dare not touch the sand, with a sticky juice hand

Less fingers will turn a hot mess

So into your mouth, let fingers head south

To lick and to drink, life’s finesse

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