Daintily, she touched, she felt,
The strong and sturdy guava tree,
‘May I? May I?’, asked she.
Took his silence for a yes.
Embracing his hard, smooth trunk,
She twined herself around,
Clutching him, ever so tightly,
Never to let go, not ever!
As strange sensations gathered,
As her loving grip grew tighter,
He smiled, his being athrill!
And she climbed and climbed.
The spring sun, kissed them both,
Drawing ever closer in fervent delight,
Lo! An explosion of fragrance and of light!
Behold! A starburst of ecstasy!
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