A bowl of ripened fruit
The nectar of the gods
two who dine as one
Defeating all the odds
In but a single moment
Love had met its match
In but a single moment
The two escaped the latch
A bowl of ripened fruit
Aching for the touch
Reaching near perfection
Anticipating much
Reaching fullness
Sweet flavors burst
Aromatic pleasure
Quenching hunger
Elating thirst