Luscious

Is there anyway to eat a strawberry but sensuously?

Honestly? Have you even seen someone pick up a strawberry and crush it with their molars, gnawing it into strawberry goo? No? Neither have I. It'd be a crime too. Strawberries are meant to be enjoyed, savored and by extension they make you adored, desired.

They look so soft. So delicate and gentle. The little seeds and bumps just make them look like pillows. Dark, red, pillows. Like the sexy red satin sheets you find in bachelor pads. If the crown were leopard print rather than green strawberries would only be sold in sex shops. I can't imagine grabbing strawberries by the handful. You can't just palm a berry and rush off. You need to pick it up with two fingers, gently. Treat it like fine china. You don't want it to pop too soon, don't want the sticky sweet on your fingers. No, walk your fingers up slowly and softly till you've got the thing by the hair. Drag the tips along it's skin till you can get a good hold of it. Let the leaves tickle your hand before taking it in hand.

And the shape! That bell! That point! You can gentle wrap your lips around it, caress it. If you're me you'll slide the tip of your tongue around and delight in the small jabs each seed makes. Either way it's warming up. Can't you feel it swell, still soft and lush against your mouth. It might as well be kissing you back. How can you not feel a sensual warmth build up in you as your teeth press down. Doesn't it feel like a crescendo when it finally gives that final "pop" and instead of earthy fruit you taste sweet, tangy strawberry. So much more that a fruit, so much more than a kiss. This isn't the food of the gods, no, this is the food of the earth, this is dirty, sticky, tangy, base. This is human, this is wild and untamed. It's sour and sweet and fills your mouth completely. There's juice all over your lips - and how can you resist dragging the tip of your tongue over it, sucking on that soft skin, as soft as the strawberry, licking it all away. Greedy, greedy.

Even when you're mean it's sweet. Even if you pull your lips all the way away from it, sliding the berry between your sharp incisors. Even when you bite hard and rough, kinky and bad. Even if your naughty with it - the fruit is sweet. The reward is delicious. No matter what, you'll know you'll be fulfilled.

And how can anyone not watch this show and be mesmerized. Do you really want to turn away when you see someone lift that red piece of ecstasy to their mouths? Man, woman, ugly or beautiful, there is something about the strawberry that makes them enticing. When I watch I feel a twinge of envy...wouldn't it be nice to be there. Be the enjoyer, be the enjoyed.

And can't you feel eyes on you as you lift that little soft, firm, bursting red bell to your mouth. Don't you know you're being watched? Someone, somewhere is getting their fill of you from afar. Getting their fill of that strawberry. Somewhere in the shadows, someone is sharing an intimate moment with you, and you will never know who it is. Oh sure, you may be able to look up and catch someone's eyes...but will you really know if it's them or someone else? And can you keep from blushing as red as your treat? Can they keep from devouring you as wholly as you did the berry?

Is there anyway to eat a strawberry other than sensuously?