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peach
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anchor baby
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firm sweetness that yeilds to my soft bite
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Glory Box
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Peaches. Peaches are what everyone wants to taste. Every pickup line ever spoken is really just a veiled request. "Can I taste your peach?"
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Barrett
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"Well, ain't that a peach!"
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001110
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sarpedon
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peachy
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001110
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camille
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would like one right about now...a green one! :o)
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camille
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here's one for you,
"Life's a peach!"
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kx21
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Different colour, shape, size, taste,
meaning, description ...
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coral
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mmm, so yummy. succulent and sweet...innocent? not quite.
water.
juicy.
mouth.
suck.
succulent.
sensual.
sunshine.
fuzzy quiet.
mmm.
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010209
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coral
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sucullent
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010209
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presidents
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if i could have my little way
i'd eat peaches everyday
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010209
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Castor Troy
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i could, ahhhh, eat a peach for hours.
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ClairE
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Really love those peaches, wanna shake your tree
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lookie here
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peaches come from a can
they were put there by a man
in a factory downtown
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roger waters
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as i reach for a peach
slide a line down behind a sofa in san tropez
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ClairE
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sun_soaked bulges in the shaaaaaade
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Toxic_Kisses
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Rremember the time you and I ate the peaches your father had brought back
. So dripping of juice were they that I traced it from your elbow to your hand w/ my tongue and than greedily sucked your fingers clean.
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KindreDSpirit
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Do I dare to eat a peach?
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lokkust
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caught by the fuzz
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040119
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true romance
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"god damn... she does taste like a peach..."
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040120
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a thimble in time
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Her neck smelled of roses
and fresh strawberries
Her cheeks glistened
like the flushing leaves of autumn
And her mouth sparkled
as the heavenly stars above our heads
I watched her lips
plunge into a peach
and then I saw
her teeth sink into
a fleshly fig
I wished then
to be her apple...
and have her bite
into my skin
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shivers
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always remind me of the city of angels
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andie
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a strange dream i had...
every day that summer she came to them in the yard with a golden bottle full of peach juice that gave a punch to virgin lips nestled underneath the trees where no one could see, these boys and she talked of all they knew of expounding on why the reverend in his black rove said that they pinny and pite for those who ridiculed, stole from, or lied to them not until they were older would they fully understand it was meant to be heard as pity and spite - nevertheless -
they were under the leaves and the
golden sun while the boys talked of
how horny they were and begged her to
raise her shirt just a bit to allow
them a glimpse of her peaches with the
sweaty pink tips then she'd lower her
shirt toss her hair back and laugh
shaking her red hair - with roots made
for singing - she always said her face
light and shimmering not showing her
future trade (retail) when dinner time
came and the street lights were on they went to their separate homes stuttered through dinner only still tasting peaches and then collape dizzy on their beds sometimes with immediate sleep and others dreamy of the girl with the peaches --- not knowing she'd be found dead in the creek next summer
copyright 2003
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blister bum in the sun
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ahh to return to the days of peachy-pinky wine coolers and carefree youth.
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emmi
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i like them dipped into salt
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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