this is gentle fondness
you cannot imagine.
something like
the first fuzzy peach
you ever held.
remember ..?
the fibers held
your tongue
before your teeth
left their impression,
molded down
onto soft
flesh.
.. only pit
and memory
stayed behind.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
Lovely poem Sheila 🙂
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Beautiful. Lovely description 🙂
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nice thoughts 🙂
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Lovely!
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Yummmmm! I love this one!
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you nailed it… this applies to tasting and feeling everything life has to offer.
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