The bite of the
mouth watering fruit
slid downward
toward the dark abyss
of my flaming tongue
so fiery hot for that
sweet peach
can I muster another
Chomp?
About a two years ago to this day, I wrote this poem. It is interesting to see how much you have changed and developed as a writer. I thought for this throwback, I would post a poem regardless whether I thought it was “good” or worth sharing. Instead, I would take a moment to highlight where I’ve been. My other poems can be found on the blog The Life and Times of a Quirky Character. Photo by Keila Hötzel on Unsplash.
Go Dog Go Café 
😀 Fun poem!
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Thanks 🙂
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😉
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Ahh, the delights of fresh fruit 😁
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Delicious and nutritious!
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Fresh fruit is wonderful, but maybe I have a dirty mind…I see a lot of sensuality in this poem. Nicely written!
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Ahhh yes I do believe that was partly what I was going for 😂 thanks!
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I thought so, but then I worried it was just me and that maybe I was broken. Haha!!! Well done!
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Ha! No worries! My past poems had some seriois sensual undertones. Its interesting to note as I continue writing 😊
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I think it’s fun to do one like that sometimes. 🙂
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