Just For You Poetry

The Plum.

How by high summer does one shake of a tree
drop ripest of fructus addiction on me ?

Pregnant with juice a just-ready plum bulges
with produce for sensual indulgence.

Clad in plump satin-smooth skin divas yield
bloom in plethora when gently squeezed.

Opened skirts show the first taste of pleasure
found in that virgin purple-toned flesh.

Saliva runs with the presence of succulence
felt inside dresses of fully-grown plums.

Scrumptious breath of palate-filled sweetness
comes when sated with plumscious secrets.

Melting sun's strength during lengthy hours
branch-spent plums birth alchemist power.

Then by one bite of viscous delight the fruit
oozes with drooling flavoursome fullness.

Plum outstrips ambrosial food for it freshly
renews in users lip-licking fruity obsession.