In a slow motion...moonlight..I place my hand firmly on...my fingers cup...as you mold to me...I squeeze, a peach, freshly picked, yields to my touch, it's moisture, sealed...for my longing. I taste...dripping from my lips, a dewy drop of liquid, blossom and descend, like silken thread, ethereal sensations, blended and merge...seduction of the mind and body... The sip of life.