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