ripe for the picking
juicy, succulent
maturing slowly
on the verge of
blossoming
waiting for the moment
fertile ground
a touch of light
a drink of ambrosia
flourishing
hands reaching
sustaining the delicate fruit
a notch of firmness
jolting the freshness
yielding
recognizing the offering
mouth watering
senses heightened by
the relinquishment
and refreshment
devouring the nectar
slurping, quenching
gorging
reciprocal delights
sated from the flavor
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