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The Plum.
How by high summer does one shake of a tree
drop ripest of fructus addiction on me ?
Pregnant with juice a just-ready plum bulges
with produce for sensual indulgence.
Clad in plump satin-smooth skin divas yield
bloom in plethora when gently squeezed.
Opened skirts show the first taste of pleasure
found in that virgin purple-toned flesh.
Saliva runs with the presence of succulence
felt inside dresses of fully-grown plums.
Scrumptious breath of palate-filled sweetness
comes when sated with plumscious secrets.
Melting sun's strength during lengthy hours
branch-spent plums birth alchemist power.
Then by one bite of viscous delight the fruit
oozes with drooling flavoursome fullness.
Plum outstrips ambrosial food for it freshly
renews in users lip-licking fruity obsession.