There was a cherry girl –
Hair always perfectly curled,
Lipstick always smudged the right amount,
She was sexy lingerie
Worn underneath a thrifted leather jacket
Always tasting of menthol cigarettes
With the aftertaste of late-night kisses
But she left before the sun rose
Without even a note
To say goodbye
Then, there was a peach girl –
Hair always in a messy bun,
Her apricot cheeks
Framed beautifully
By a few loose strands of hair
She was a floral dress
And worn out converse
With a smile
That never stopped beaming
She kissed me under the stars
But was always too afraid
To tell me she loved me too
I’ll never forget
What these girls tasted like
Even though
I walk through the market
Sampling all the other fruits
On offer
inspired by this tumblr post
I felt this!! (Also, I’m peach femme)
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Great post 🙂
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