I found your orchard and walked upon green grasses and leaves danced the eyes of the child and shy peaches perched upon the limbs and lilting rays pushed slashing down and momentary glimpses her perfection—luminescent quickly hidden snatched away the dancing of those leaves
I plucked the peach so carefully and cupped her in my hands –her firmness, yet fragility echoed with the dance
I touched my lips to silken flesh to taste what lay beneath Her flesh, gave way my tongue her juices, tang and sweet
My hunger grew desires fulfilled—swaying with the dance, The sky it circled round about, falling down upon the grass
My thoughts are whispering with those leaves they dance to you and say— I plucked this peach for you my love, enjoy it whilst you may.