My Apple

My Apple

I had an apple once,
It was a red, juicy apple
I put it in my lunch box
To Enjoy this delicacy for my lunch
I kept thinking of my Red juicy apple
Packed neatly in  my lunch box
Every minute I would reach in the bag
To ensure the apple was still in there
I took it out on my lunch break
to have my long awaited deserved, snack

Looking at it, triggered my imagination
I started to imagine , and fantasize about.....
Sinking my teeth in its soft juicy belly
Juices spilling in my mouth like water flowing through a fountain
Slowly sliding on my tongue,
like waves on the beach, hitting against the rocks

Juices trickling on each side of my tongue,
Filling every pore, and grove in my mouth triggering ,and awakening all my taste buds,
So they could take part in rejoicing in the sweet rich juices
Every bite, every chewing, more, and more, and more juices To filled my mouth
And started showers for my tongue, teeth, and gums
before the juices slowly made its way down my throat
To fill the void in my stomach,
Then taken up in my blood streams,
And become the gas that fuel my lively hood,

I took a cloth, and wiped my apple gently
to exspose it's skin...Red, shiny,and more irresistible
Slowly I move it to my mouth,,,,
my tongue made contact with it,
I got this tantalizing feeling, all over my body
It was cold, soft, smooth, and round,,,,,
The urge.... to bite,,,grew,and gre , and grew..with every second
My teeth made contact with the delicate skin,,,
I closed my eyes, to savoir the moment,,,and embed it in my long term memories

The moment came...to take the dive, and have my first bit.
My teeth slowly moved further apart......
Couldn’t take the bite, Couldnt wound such a beautifull
I loved my apple so much, Its was the perfect apple.
And I wanted to keep it, "forever"
A wise man once said.You can't eat your cake (Apple) and have it,