The ripe overwhelming fruit calls out to her...
Whiff of that luscious fruit makes her craves..
With trembling fingers she reachs out
Through her veins desire oozes ...
Temptation became unbearable...
Her yearning fingers stretching towards...
*pOnk
With something hard and cold her fingers met..
hard, cold, unyielding glass...
The division between her and her desire...
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