Peaches and cream
What a marvelous sight
Teasing my tongue                                                                                                                                                                                                         

For a velvet peach with skin to die for

I’d give garden grapes the old heave ho

A fruit tree instead and nothing more

Fresh from the orchard

The peaches so fine

Picked them this morning

With something in mind

Washed them and cut them

On a golden bed of sponge cake
You wordlessly recline
Sweet dreams, like drops of nectar
Glow gently in your mind

A  satin-

They say her complexion’s like peaches and cream:

Rosy cheeks highlighting skin that’s to dream about.

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