Perfection in Sight, Scent, Flavor, and Touch

It was dark, but I could see well enough to appreciate the contours, even the texture. It attracted my attention like any provocative sight would. I found it beautiful. Then there was the scent: it had not been washed, and was now open to the breeze. The natural pheromones that it exuded did grab me by the nose. I could live on that! I sniffed. I inhaled the aroma. It could not be better.

The texture and feel were what one would expect. I ran my fingers over it, and got what I expected: firm, yet pliable with a bit of softness near the surface. Next I used my lips, then my tongue over it. With the enchanting scent I could not resist. I took a bite. The flavor was exquisite: sweet, ripe, reminiscent of one of my favorite fruits. I took more bites and let the juices run down my elbow. Too bad that MW does not appreciate this as much as I do. She is into more spicy stuff.

I would want another from time to time. As you can tell, I love peaches.