Summer Lust

Tempting, luscious tomato, why do you torture me? My spirit is counting the minutes 'til you cast aside your shades of green, the verdant reflections of my jealousy. I envy the vine's hold on you, its power to keep you captive, and long for it to release you to me.

For then I shall partake of your splendor, the craving for which drives my soul through the hot months of summer. Each day is an eternity without the taste of you. How I long to bathe you in luxurious oils, releasing your succulent juices and fulfilling my hunger once more. How I crave the scent of your sublime sweetness, filling my nostrils with your heady perfume.

For you see, life is less precious without the sensual fulfillment you afford me.

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