I crave your taste every day. I picked you on a bright summer day among other berries like you. But your rough yet mushy exterior tempted my senses one too many times. As black as the midnight skies you are, your taste is as delectable as your kiss. Your juices coat my tongue and flow down my throat like wine thrown in the air. I constantly crave it. One bite of you sets my tastebuds ablaze.
You’re just so juicy. Each drop of you is beneficial for my body. Your Vitamin C brightens my skin and works and relaxes my brain. You assist with my sight and keep me healthy and energetic. You quench my thirst and fill my belly, each and every time. My peach adores you most. Each bite of you makes her bigger. Rounder, and fuller than a full moon. She craves your sweet presence as much as I do.
Your fruit is far from forbidden.
You’re just too tempting to hold out for more than one or two days at a time. I crave you everyday of the week. You make my body feel wanted and my being feel desired.