Ginger

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My sweet cherry,
Plucked from your vine,
Delicious and divine.
In a basket I carry,

You stay.
“I love you, my sweet.”
“You are the best treat,”
I look down and say.

Lovely soft liquor,
Oozes from deep inside you.
My tongue finds your stem screw,

You, my temptation are pure sugar.

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