Dangling Fruit
Fruits of love
There is a fruit that a woman longed to taste. Usually dangling beneath a firm branch, It feels soft, with its silken outer skin. With tongue on the upper lip, she stared at it. Dangling like a pair of cherries, They are a beautiful pair. She admires them with eyes wide, Ready to lick the delectable site. It hangs there in its naked glory, So inviting, so enticing, irresistible. She must partake, no time to wait, Grazing...