Twas there upon his plinth
of strength and flesh
(It grew again, inch by inch)
The golden fruit was found,
And it stood proud!
But in mine eyes,
Oh tempting prize.
Obsession doth belie
Lost in depths of this
Sweet fruity fire
Oh banana,
Tis you that I desire
Mine cheeks they glowed,
In yellow splendour’s gleam,
Fixated on its stiffening bow,
Forbidden dreams
Yes indeed,
I float
Upon,
Banana’s
Cream
Mine heart entwined
In peel of sweet delight
In passion's grip,
I see
The light.
Oh, love's sweet torment,
in banana's clutch,
Tis you that I desire.
Much
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