Woodlynn Sance

Scrumptious, the forbidden fruit
Soft to the touch
Appetizing to the eyes
Intoxicating to breathe in
Melts in the mouth

Addictive from the first bite
As sweet nectar touch the taste buds
Melting on the tongue
A flow of the succulent fruit
Satiated from licking the last drop

Juiciest fruit hidden in the jungle
Will leave a lasting longing for more

Beware, of the forbidden fruit