Sweet and Lush

Far away in a virgin forest
no pullutants around
Stands a virgin Peach tree
with virgin fruit.

Newly washed with dew
and dripping still
Fresh in the morning
warming in the sun

Color of lips and skin
rosy from the sun
And in the evening light
she still glows

She is here now
that virgin fruit
Skin so soft and fresh
beneath my tongue

As the fruit splits
and the seed sits open
She spreads her legs
and holds herself bare

Taste not mere juice
or sweet nectar
But ambrosia
from the Gods