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Red, Ripe Tomato
When I bite into a red, ripe tomato
There is an explosion of flavor and juice.
Seeds blast out the corners of my mouth,
Gushing down my throat with delight.
Juices running down my chin, I smile;
Ecstasy tempts my taste buds for another bite.
I bite again, mmm, and then again, until it's gone;
Wishing this orgy in my mouth will never cease.
But then I swallow the last drop of tomato juice,
Suck the seeds from between my teeth.
I am satisfied with this taste of summer
Until the next time I bite into a red, ripe tomato.
26Aug08
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