Persik as told by Takhisis: Behold the Peach! Glorious child of nature, sweet a sphere of heaven dropped to earth, and into begging palm skin softly curved and scented bright and addicting of Life Itself Do not worship, for words are crude cudgels on delicate flesh. Sing your praises silent, a blind vibration of the soul in pure joy, ecstasy at experiencing SHE! Laughing child, nurturing mother, awestruck maiden, catsmiling courtesan. Perfection in an orb, goddess made peachflesh and blood sweet as starlight Witness here, at the roots of the tree, and envy those who have tasted. * Web Goddesses * #Alt.Vampyres * Denizens * History * Meetings * Words * All text and images are copywritten by their respective creators and are not to be used without express written consent.