I hold a peach within my hand; Light furred skin tickling at my palm. A vision of pure innocence; Unplucked fruit to protect from harm. To run my fingers ‘cross its form And feel its heat caressing mine Dare I bruise such maidenly flesh? Defile...
I hold a peach within my hand; Light furred skin tickling at my palm. A vision of pure innocence; Unplucked fruit to protect from harm. To run my fingers ‘cross its form And feel its heat caressing mine Dare I bruise such maidenly flesh? Defile...