One Single Impression: Seeds

a nibble
on the skin,
exploring
tongue.

flesh succumbs
to the pink
organ; he
tests.

there flows from
the crevice
a tangy
juice.

he laps it,
his taste buds
dancing a
tango.

the wet lips
part, sending
him into
ecstacy.

the seed comes
into his mouth;
by chance he
swallows.

ah, what joy,
what delight,
the zest of
an orange.