Inhaling the earth, the essence of the season lingers,
Heavy, swollen, clinging between pale limbs
Fingers press, parting fragile velvet skin
exposing a fragrant pinkness that grows
crimson at her core
Summer-sweet juice drips from my chin, glazing a sticky tell tale trail, revealing a luscious gluttony, wilfully announcing secrets
Sweet, ripe little fig, it's small wonder that extravagant foliage toils to conceal such rebellious rain-swelled flesh
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