Our lady, some call her a tart but she knows that other crave her sweetness under her blush-speckled skin.

She welcomes the jaws that bite down hard and pierce through her firmness to get to the succulent flesh below.

Fresh juice bursts inside their mouths with every crunch of her fruitful frame until she is spent.

Her core on view, shaped by canines and molars that tore deep to show her seeds, she feeds, she fades.

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