Luscious

She held the ripe sun-warmed fruit

in both hands,

smiling in anticipation of the reward

for all her hard work and patience.

It was too large for one hand to hold,

and looking at it’s thickness

and luscious color,

her mouth watered with craving.

As she wrapped her lips

around the skin,

the fruit burst into her mouth,

gushing it’s sweet juices

across her cheeks and into her hands.

She relished every drop

as she sucked greedily, taking it all in,

pure rapture on her face,

Knowing when she was all done

she would lick her palms

and fingers clean…

~ ode to the first homegrown tomato of summer ~ aurora winddancer