In Autumns orchard, branches burden bear,
Bursting to give the gifts they wish to share.
Sweet are the fruits so ripe, ready and round,
Full and juicy, maturity abound.
To touch, to taste, perchance to take a bite!
Smooth skin, softness within, a sheer delight!
The nectar flows and down the chin it drips.
Licking as juice sticking to fingers wet.
Deliciousness as good as it can get.