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h, the just riped fruit of passionS
kin taut with tendernessOnce b
itten oozes down your faceBursting for
th it's longingnessOh so gently 
you caress itWith your lips, your mout
h, your handsThen cupped in your firm
 gripA feast begins at your comman
dDrinking deeply of its virgin'l c
oreTo satisfy your lust
You clutch at it's still-beating heart
Consuming it's sweet blush
This fruit belongs to you my loveM
olded by your strong perceptionCa
refully tended at your handAnd gr
own to your perfection- mel