I
was full of sad stress
But
now I have less,
Thinking
of pretty you
Makes
me feel less blue:
Your
curves I remember
Were
a sight to savour,
And
with a palatable taste
You
had favourable grace.
You
used to be so fruitful
In
being really so loveable,
You
were my tasty Peach
While
you were within reach.
Your
appetite for me was full
To
which I am still grateful.
©
Andrew Stevenson 06/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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