Prime Of A Maiden
The orange
Is red, round and fresh
Like a wet dew.
Thirsting the throat
Of every gentleman.
Beauty in glory,
But yet unplucked.
Every gentleman holding a basket,
Don't Care whether
It's winter or spring
©_niyeric9518
The poem painted picture of a very young beautiful damsel, who's in her prime, the untapped gold, but naive in men game . And every gentleman yelling to taste her glory
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