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