I stretch myself
Pick this fresh peach of a new day
The fuzzy skin of awakening sensual to my rousing fingertip;
My mouth moistens with the tantalizing tang of rich, ripe fruit.
Eager lips part
into the fecund flesh
Enjoyment breeding messiness
a rivulet of juice trails down between my breasts and
my fingers grow sticky
with the sweetness of its handling
all that remains
is the feel of the coarse casing of tomorrow’s tree
slides down a welcoming throat.
again, I sleep.