Soft and supple is the fruit that women bear. Might I pluck it from her tree? 'Tis every man's desire, to taste such succulence. In the absence of love, the feast is bittersweet. Dare I say, the contrary compares to the food of the gods. Men have trekked the earth for one mere glimpse, I have traveled far less, yet my reward will be far greater. May I taste the golden apple that is the fairer ***?