Who can deny the taste?
Succulent strawberries dripping chocolate.
I cannot deny such a flavor,
dripping down my throat.
They say that we are lost here,
but I feel found near the ivy.
Rows upon rows of twining fruit.
I snatch up an apple for a crisp bite.
Sweet juices of natural crunch,
forbidden taste moist on my tongue.
They could catch me here today,
but there is no fear in my palms.
No one can refuse these delicacies.
So supple, bright, and round.
I let my tongue linger on the fuzz,
As I bite into her swollen peach.
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