Don’t leave me hanging,
Frost was creeping up the vine,
Hanging there a cherry plum
In her ripeness prime,
He stretched and fetched and snatched,
Soon, Nectar from her lips,
Honey sweet and fragrant moist,
What big mouth you have she quips,
Sweet plum you’ll be mine in winters day,
When frost and cold neath sheets would creep,
Would I leave you hang, in cold and dew,
In frosty nights to sleep,
One we are, and inside out,
With plenty warmth’s therein,
You’ll part of me forever be,
Your flesh and tasty skin,
Fallen would I have, on cold and icy ground,
Not made love to taste buds sweet,
Had not then you first me found,
Now eat, and have your treat,
Remember me when nights come long,
And frost hangs in the air,
Let linger dreams when I am gone,
Of maidens plum and fair©26/10/2009
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