Magnifera Indica

The foretold fruit

Palletes of rouge, greens, and yellows. 

Smooth skin sculpted by the saints above, and placed with utmost precision & perfection; a protective seal for the glorious product of creation that exists within. 

An illusive piece of art, portraying itself to be nothing but a mere produce found amongst the vast pews of harvested nutriment. A deceptive selection, nearing sinful - for the manner in which they avert the attention of foolish souls from the one true preacher of all matters good. 

Erupting from the deep roots of earth, reaching out into promising botanical statues, before finally flourishing into extravagant bringers of jubilation. Proceedingly stripped free from the watchful grasp their forthbringer, and placed into the longing hold of the awaiting being. 

With a few delicate glides, the fruit is free of it's shield. 

Magnificient

An interior possessing a flesh with colours only comparible to those of the glorious Sun. 

Teeth sink into the alluring delicacy of Earth, causing it's precious, golden liquid to flow like that of a tranquil river, leaving midas gold sap falling graciously down the mortal palms & arms.

When at last consumed, it's beauty excudes pure ecstacy into that individual who held a fortune grand enough to become witness to said beauty - enlighting one's sancturary with heavenly bliss. 

Where apples remain a symbol of all that was forbidden, this holy creation exists in liberation, of all that is, and will be virtuously devine.

Mangos. A need, want, and desire.