Two Saturdays, One Summer

 

Two Saturdays, one summer I forgot,

I closed my eyes and forgot my pain.

 

Kisses were plentiful, my breasts

were young and tender again,

they tasted sweet between his teeth.

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They were peaches filled with nectar,

tender tomatoes ripe in their time,

plush plums plucked from the vine,

lush melons firm to his touch,

honeydews lost in his clutch.

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Summer ended and he left,

and my peaches returned to breasts again.