A Papaya at her peak,
Amber skin glowing in the moonlight
Both vulnerable and ripe
As nature intended
The strength of her vine
And her sweet-scented flowers
Drew him near
She invited him to taste her soft fruit
As if filling his mouth with words
She needed to hear
And his ego was satisfied by
A mouthful of unforgettable raw flavor
Papaya 2.0 Working on saying more with less