Strawberries
Ground fruit
Grows on runners
Tastes so sweet
No greater fruit
Is there ever
To eat
A temptation
Succulent
Sexy with cream
Used the right way
It could make you
Scream
The strawberry
Red, decadent
Wild, a fruit
Of passion, it’s filled
I’ll feed to you
Now then
Move in for
The kill
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