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Peachy
Eve's hair was orange
and her eyes were black
so I grabbed her apple
and licked its crack
She moaned: He'll kill us
when I slapped her cheek
but my fresh banana
had begun to leak
Now I'm fond of cherries
though I don't do cheese
so I checked for stones
to save her knees
And while she knelt
pert plums a jiggle
I peeled my fruit
and watched hers wiggle
She loved banana
served hot and steaming
with a squirt of cream
that got her screaming
We munched till dawn
although the point seemed moot
best taste of all
forbidden fruit
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