Wash the fruit.
Let the water refresh you, like a cool shower, or a celebration of summer.
Take a peach.
Inhale its sweet scent, press your lips against its soft, bare skin.
Brush it lightly with your mouth.
Run your tongue along its smooth grooves, break the tension with your teeth.
Let the juicy sweetness catch you off guard.
Move forward, bite by bite, straight to the heart.
It guards its secret behind a hard shell—but secrets are meant to be uncovered.
Now take a strawberry.
Choose the one that tempts you most—plump, yet firm, resisting just enough.
Hold it with three or four fingers—don’t let it slip away.
Place it in your mouth without hesitation, let it press against your tongue,
its cool freshness teasing before surrendering to warmth.
Measure your first bite, press it gently with your lips, taste its brightness.
Then bite as much as you want.
Swallow.
Now a handful of cherries.
Enjoy their roundness, their color—deep as desire, rich as the night.
Let one dangle before you, like a kiss you long to steal.
Draw it in with your tongue.
Suck it into your mouth, but beware the pit—it holds what is meant to last.
When you’re done, start again.
Devour them, leave nothing behind.
Once you are satisfied, rest.
Let pleasure settle on your tongue, the memory of sweetness lingers.
Reflect on your appetites—not just for fruit, but for everything that leaves you wanting more.
And let your longing ripen until next time.
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