You're a peach, Miss M. You're a perfect peach.

She chose a dark red Papa Meillon rosebud and a perfect golden peach, and ran all the way back.

A perfect peach from the market seemed an extraordinary indulgence.

She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion, beautiful and so damned seductive she took his breath.

They are the uninvited guests, the bruise on an otherwise perfect peach, the ants that ruin a perfect picnic.

What she really thinks is that the day is flawless - a sweet and perfect peach of a day.

I'd see women in flowered dresses riding charming old English bicycles with a baguette and few perfect peaches rolling around the basket like tennis balls.

In my quest to grow the perfect peach and the sweetest raisin, had I contributed to the possible death of my father?

She was a peach, he thought lovingly, a perfect peach, and all his, provided he was satisfied after giving her a run on the highway.