Apple

It is sitting there whispering to you take me, feel me, smell me, taste me.

You sit and look at its curves and the smoothness of the skin. You know you want to grab it in your hands, the wonderful sensations it will bring you, once you have it.

As you seem to draw yourself near and near you clasp it in your hands and move it slowly to your mouth.

Your lips imbed it as you take a bite. The succulent juice in your mouth is pouring down your chin. The taste is so sweet, the feeling is so smooth and good, the smell is from heaven.

The you take another bite.