Low hanging 

You’ve left me on the branch 

Passed up a taste

Leaving me to 

Ripen 

Or rot

But the brush of your fingertips 

Have awoken a raging need 

I’m a peach swaying in the breeze 

Begging someone to take a bite of me 

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