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Peaches
She was as sweet to me as that summer fruit.
Apr 6, 2024
The juices drip down her chin as she watches me, the peach firmly in her hand.
I think about how she would be to taste right then.
But I don’t let the inclination tempt me.
She smiles at me, goading, in that way we know so well with each other.
I offer a jerk of my head. Just a twitch, really, of myself.
She frowns.
Then she sets the peach down on her ceramic plate and swipes at her chin with her palm.
We stare at each other.
It’s a game we play.
She is sweet, but I am not.
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