The taste of exotic fruit.
The first strawberry passion,
Sweet tart nibbles,
Mouth watering with anticipation.
All too soon the fruit is gone.
Peach exhilaration;
Flesh against my tongue,
Yielding under each bite.
Melts in your mouth,
Sooth, dark, and rich.
Sweet black cherry lust.
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