Sweet like spoonfuls of sugar in each bite,
The juices as cold as the new morning,
Like biting into a fresh summer day
I taste the wondrous bounties of nature.
The smell of your clean peel,
Visions of days past run through my head,
Reliving all the good times,
I see and cherish the cheerful moments.
Average to site and touch,
Yet your peel peels and perfectly pictured you pose.
As orange as the mid-morn sunrise,
Brighter than the Northern star,
You make the gray
Seem only a puddle on the sidewalk.
Taking the first bite,
My tongue enticed,
My mouth watering,
Drowning in the sea
Spilled from the bite,
Such enticing nectar.
The flavor peaks
And I am being consumed
By the tangy waters.
The flavor hangs pleasantly in my mouth.
If only ever moment was as fresh,