in oven-warm orchards.
Picnic laid before and eaten.
Sun plays kaleidoscope through branches,
adding nature's checks bright to linen, red and white.
All that's left is a sweetness un-satiated.
Lips licked and nibbled to heighten desire.
Slow smile curves as
a waist held and lifted towards the heavens and the trophy.
Red lacquer nails graze as tips reach and fold
around another ripe plumpness.
Then a gentle pull -
to tumble -
and confetti of goodness
rains upon them.
Prize claimed.
Take a bite!
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