just something I typed up to see what it sounded like in french and greek
my love is like a soft peach, not ripe but still with the temptative hairs, longing for a tongue, a caress. Be careful not to cut this one in half to remove the seed, for it is stuck this, this nut of my idealistic being. Plunge through and you will only cut it in half, destroying the beautiful image, the only core to thank for the fruit. You will shatter my core.