Succulent Peaches

Her tangled hair hangs loosely

unraveled moss of the old oak tree

succulent peaches moisten skin

a juicy treat to be savored.

Charcoal fires her eyes

burning heat smoldering

green grapes floating there

an abyss of liquid zest pooling

plump red strawberries

moistly beckoning.

Soft curvature cushions

and holds molten promise

rosebud unfolds

in petals of lust

skin colored limbs

wrap sensually around

and whisper sighs

in the wind

a sensual dance

of arousal and sin.