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Click hereThe Fruit Unpicked
On the bough the apple reddens,
in our hearts the wanting deepens:
though the fruit is dark, forbidden,
by and by our wills shall weaken.
Pluck the fruit: our teeth shall tear it,
suck its juice: our lips will share it,
let it flow but, pray, beware it,
when love's so pure, can two hearts bear it?
Harvest
The ripest plum,
the richest peach
lie just beyond
the picker's reach.
As the fairest
fruit of all,
how sweet you'll taste
when last you fall.
even coming back to this poem, it's still one of the most sensual, evocative poems here at tile..
The fruit is very tempting, as your voice is seductive. I love your persuasive poetry.