There’s something almost poetic about my love for green seedless grapes. Their crisp sweetness has been a quiet companion for years, a simple pleasure that never fails to elevate my mood. But there’s something even more enchanting about the moment when my queen, LaTonya, slips into my office, her eyes twinkling as she hands me a small zip bag filled with those perfect little grapes.
It’s as if she knows that with every bite, my day brightens just a bit more. For some, it’s the grand gestures, but for me, it’s the simple joys—the cool sweetness of a strawberry milkshake, the gentle caress of a scalp massage, and the perfect burst of flavor from those green grapes—that send me over the top. Each one is a little reminder that life is filled with moments of pure bliss.
Ode to Green Grapes
Oh, sweet orb of emerald glow,
In your cool embrace, my hunger sows.
Crisp as the dawn, your skin, so thin,
Breaking beneath my teeth, life begins.
A burst of sweetness, sharp and bright,
You dance upon my tongue, delight.
Each tender bite, a symphony,
Of nature’s perfect alchemy.
No seed to mar your flawless grace,
No bitter heart to slow your pace.
You are purity, untouched, untamed,
In your green skin, my soul’s reclaimed.
LaTonya brings you, like love’s own kiss,
A simple gift, but one of bliss.
Her hands that carry you to me,
Are threads that weave our destiny.
Oh, green grape, you fill my veins,
With summer’s light and soft refrains.
A pleasure that’s profound and deep,
You soothe, you sing, you make me weep.
In you, I find the world made right,
A love so pure, so rich, so bright.
So here’s to you, my perfect prize,
Green grapes, my passion, in disguise.
