MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Renee Boyer-Willisson
Peach
Bite me.
Go on,
bite me.
I’m ripe but not
overdone.
My flesh
gives a little at
your touch
but resists
a little too.
Just the way you
like it.
Be gentle.
I don’t like
to be
bruised.
My skin is lightly
downed, soft,
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strokeable.
Lick me.
Inhale me,
stop resisting and
bite me.
I’m golden on the
inside too.
Sweet and musky my
nectar zings on your
tongue like a
thousand tiny
tap-dancing bees.
A drop of my
juice makes a bid for
freedom but you
stem the flow with a
quick finger.
Bite follows glorious
bite, the urge to
savour warring
with the urge to
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guzzle.
At last I’m spent, my final
morsels of flesh
stripped and
juice sucked
from my stone by your
questing, satiated
tongue.
Another?
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