MY LOVE FOR YOU.

My love for you

 

I didn't just see you yesterday or today. Allow me to describe what happens to me whenever I see you. I first saw you when I was a 7-year-old boy. My emotions have never been the same since that fateful day.

 

When I saw you, my jaw dropped, squeezing the last of my saliva into my throat. Thirst became my main adversary, but I never considered quitting. I felt compelled to taste you, so my walking companion told me to do whatever I wanted with you. I climbed you, picked you, looked into your green persona, and noticed how young you were at the time. I knew you were the best of the century the moment I took my first bite.

 

You haven't been a bad servant; on the contrary, you've given me even more reasons to love you. There were days when my stomach rumbled like a war cry, and I was jealous of people who wanted to pick you up even though I was in pain. I had the impression that you belonged solely to me. The desire and pleasure I felt when I saw your jelly-like cover made my jaw shiver with the desire to attack you silently and precisely, undressing that hard brown coat you're wearing so that my hands became sticky with your juice before I pulled a break inside my rolled tongue.

 

I miss you, though; I haven't seen you in a long time, and perhaps one day I'll return to the mountains where I first saw you!

 

I'll one day find you again, my sweet tamarind (Cueei or Ardeep).