When The Land Of Peaches Blooms
by southernmusings
to some Yanks
your sweet
Georgian drawl
might be like
salt on a
wound; but
to me, it’s
more akin to
droplets of honey
on my cock-
cascading sweetness
ne’er you mind
them catcalls,
you just keep talkin’
oh good lord am i even allowed to comment on this?
if so, i’ll just say this: I. LOVE. PEACHES.
you are always allowed to comment.
only thing better than peaches….more peaches.
agreed.
this is a well-crafted and smart poetry! thanks for posting!
thanks for reading and the nice comment.
I love your playful stuff.
y thank you.