My Georgia Peach (Three)(Harrisham Sonnet)
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Lovely and gentle, my mysterious Georgia peach,
yet when making love, as voracious as a wolf, when
taking deer in flight. This her body demands, as each
gasp of ecstasy cries out, from her soul, deep within.
Pulsing flesh starving, as more and more peaks we reach,
gorging ourselves on our lust filled pleasures of sin.
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Holding each other as if no tomorrow, no yesterday,
gentle caresses we exchange, gliding and touching
every sensitive part of our bodies, as we end our play.
Yielding to quiet thoughts, the pleasures of our loving,
guiding us softly, to sleep. The end of our perfect day,
giving way to darkness, beautiful, silver moon rising.
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The secrets, the mystery the beauty of her many faces,
eternally imprison me, within her sensuous embraces.
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