If I were a banana
I would want you to wait until I was on the edge of pure
    ripeness before you peeled me and ate me
I would want to be that just perfect yellow, spotted
    with brown sweet delight and long with ripened flavor
So that when you peel me and eat me, I am in the perfect
    state of hard and am just the right taste of
    sweet for you to eat

If I were a peach
I would want you to wait until I was just the right soft
    with succulent, wet juices flowing in my insides
I would want to be in that state of perfect tender juiciness
So that when you take a bite of me, my moist juices
    burst into your mouth's flavor and onto your tongue
    to savor

If I were a strawberry
I would want you to wait until I was a deep sensual red
    that colored my outside with a natural sweet rouge
I would want to be that perfect shade of red that imbues
    my outer layer with pure deliciousness
So that when you eat me your tongue swims in pure delight
    from my inner natural sweet taste

If I were a kiwi
I would want you to wait until I was sooo soft with
    ripe tenderness
I would want to be in that perfect state of ripe
    tenderness so that you could eat me whole all the
    way from my outer fuzzy skin to my sweet soft
    center within
So that when you enter me into your mouth from first to
    last bite you will savor my center that will give
    you a mouthgasm from my pure sweet delight that's
    out of tastes sight

If I were a tangerine
I would want you to wait until you peel me whole
    and place me in your bowl after my ripeness
    has taken toll
I would want my ripe juices to overflow deep into
    your mouth's whole
So that my lascivious liquids coat your mouth and
    throat until your tongue is afloat

If I were an apple
I would want you to wait until I was hard with
    tastes delight
I would want to be just red and hard enough
So that when you take your first bite of me I will
    fill your mouth with my ripe wonders

If I were a cherry
I would want you to wait until I was at that age
    of pure ripeness
I would want to be at that stage of pristine pureness
So that when you pop me into your mouth whole you
    will truly appreciate my juices that I give to
    you as a first taste

If I were a date
I would want you to wait until I was tender with
    sugary soft and sticky with my own sweet
I would want to be at that perfect sticky sweet state
So that when you delve into me you get many sweet
    bites of my sugar delight

If I were a grape
I would want you to peel my skin and eat my
    under within
I would want you to only feel my soft center
    on your tongue
So that when you eat me so delicately you
    feel and taste my soft sweet in the
    depths of your mouth

If I were a mango
I would want you to carefully skin me
I would want you to hold me in your hands
    and feel my sweet soft
So that when you dive into my sweet taste
    my juices flow into you and leave your
    mouth delightfully aglow


by savvy-06/24/2001...

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