I recall eating my first Peach. I'd waited so long for the perfect ripening.

The unblemished, velvety skin yielded effortlessly, releasing a burst of aroma that filled the air with the essence of summer.

With every taste, sweetness danced on my tongue, tantalizing my senses with ripe perfection.

Juices trickled down my chin, bathing me in sunlight and warmth.

The flesh, tender and yielding, intoxicated me, its luscious flavor filling my mouth until I too was consumed, lost in the bliss of indulgence.

As I suckled the last droplets of nectar into my greedy mouth, Peach sighed.

“Now me!”