My Sweet Treat.

So subtle,
The tiny indents of texture.
The smooth, defined skin,
The way it sits in the palm of your hand,
Like clockwork.
Round, like a bouncy ball.
Almost too perfect to harm.
Touch it, feel it, so soft.
Admire the brightness,
Smile at the colour.
Look at it, like a foreign object,
Decide how to go about unwrapping it.
A spoon, dig into the smooth skin.
Rip apart its outsides,
The smell of sweet seduction.
Citrusy, and sweet.
Finish unwrapping God’s little gift,
And take a nice bite into it.
Juices squirt everywhere,
It tastes so good!
Sweet, yet bitter.
Almost too good to be true,
The orange, so perfect.