Saturday, December 02, 2023

Peaches (#stoetry)

Her gracious moves
were enchanting
and under her spell
he could do nothing
but watch
as she defied gravity
and even dust
forgot to settle.

With a smile and a song
she walked up to him
and although he had prepared
an eloquent little speech,
when she asked him:
"How are you doing?",
he could barely mumble a reply:
"Peaches"

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