Fruit

I don't give it much thought unless I'm in the kind of mood I'm in right now, but there are a lot of daily things that just exude not just sensuality, but sexuality as well.

The produce this time of year is just so fucking sexy. I got a watermelon out of my garden today. Started to cut it, and it split apart. So ripe. I could practically SEE the sweetness, the glistening, juicy meat. Deep pink.

I put the knife down. Too refined; this was a primal moment. I reached into the melon, still warm from the sun, and used my fingers to scoop a healthy chunk, moving quickly from the fruit to my mouth, unsuccessfully trying to contain the rivulet of juice that escaped my fingers. Its sugary path traced down my hand, onto my forearm. I lifted my hand to lick the wetness from my arm (nectar!), accidentally dripping more juice onto my cleavage and my tank top. Yes, I enjoyed that juice, too. No waste.

As I continued to enjoy the bounty from the garden, I lost about a half hour, deep in thoughts about enjoying this with a lover getting wet and sticky with me. Mmmmmm. Damn. Wish you were here. Xxx