You look so innocent
Sitting there
Dressed in red
But I know the promises that are inside:
Skin so tender
White flesh so inviting
Begging me to bite and suck
Until your sweet, sticky juices
Fill my mouth.
I take again and again
What you so willingly offer me
My face and fingers
Left slightly sticky
Until you are spent, used up
And I move to the next,
Plump with flavor
And being my tasting anew.
Author notes
so...it's about an apple. 
