I'm Sure I must have been Dreaming

Passionate kisses, tender and soft.

Fall upon lips with the elegance of a ripened peach

in the summertime. Warm and still.

Nectar that seeps from the corner of your mouth,

sweetly capturing my senses, craving to be satisfied.

All the while we find respite in heaven,

Lying side by side and dreaming dreams

of peaches plucked from trees.