18 Aug Summer Lust
Posted at 12:53h
in Food Philosophy
Tempting, luscious tomato, why do you torture me? My spirit is counting the minutes ’til you cast aside your shades of green, the verdant reflections of my jealousy. I envy the vine’s hold on you, its power to keep you captive, and long for it to release you to me.
For then I shall partake of your splendor, the craving for which drives my soul through the hot months of summer. Each day is an eternity without the taste of you. How I long to bathe you in luxurious oils, releasing your succulent juices and fulfilling my hunger once more. How I crave the scent of your sublime sweetness, filling my nostrils with your heady perfume.
For you see, life is less precious without the sensual fulfillment you afford me.