John Leroy Maxwell
Cherish The Taste - Poem by John Leroy Maxwell
Your small, fleshy, red fruit, hidden neath
your flesh, and the protuberance of your
smooth pit entice me into submission..
And your flavor is the sweetest, juiciest,
tastiest fruit ever..
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