Strawberries
Red and juicy,
sensual shape,
sexual by nature,
they drip promiscuously
on my prurient lip.
Tastes of summer,
girls in flimsy cotton dresses
flirting shamelessly,
and sinfully suggesting
assignations in the park,
in the darkness, for a lark.
Their flavors captivate,
and make me ache
for an intimate embrace.
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