When I think of a jackfruit,
I can see golden mouth-watering pulp covering the breed,
I can smell paradise aroma spread in the thin air,
I can feel the irritating sticky latex on my finger,
I can taste the juicy sweet coat which is freshly torn,
I wonder whether the boy Jack eats jackfruit too?
When I think of a mangosteen,
I can see soft purple sexy spongy texture protecting the white flesh,
I can smell its sexiness and naughtiness when I open it,
I can feel the fluid trickling down from its sexy skin to the gap between my fingers,
I can taste the white, sweet yet sour flesh rolling in my tongue,
But I hate the leftover on my clothes after a trivial fight with its sexy, tricky coat.
When I think of a papaya,
I can see an orange soft boat carrying thousands of stones in it,
I can smell the irritating awful washroom scent slowly spread to my nose,
I can feel its fluid spilt out excitedly just to tender my little fingers,
I can taste the silky smooth juicy flesh by scooping each side of the boat,
I wonder why the boat is now empty and no longer a sailing boat.
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