I’m in agony, M’dear,
As full of passion
As the ripest fruit,
Peaking fructose saturation,
Sweetness plumb with juice.
Come and pick me,
If you will.
Pluck me from this vine.
I’ve been soaked by morning’s dew,
Washed by a heavy rain.
Come!
Dry me off on the tail of your shirt,
Then sink your teeth into me.
Relish the piquancy, now,
Before I fall and split in two.
I’m hurting here, about to burst,
Reaching ultra pleasing plump.
Come, M’dear, please,
And take me.
Relief now, from utter fullness
Before I go to waste!
-jenn long
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