I bit upon the shell
It was soft and moist
It bleed candy apple red.

I could feast on it all night,
But I rested for darkness
Conceals deeds not seen
In light.

To long wasted, what was
Full of life now sour,
The core rotting, pungent
Smell of a now hardened shell.

She bleed candy apple red,
Tasted the sweetest I have
Ever had. But now is spoilt,
I threw her away, I took my
Fill and I leave this for another
dinner blind date.