"Sweeeeeeet!"

i came to you fresh, reserved, picked from a bunch. you took my zest and just squeezed, peeled me raw. we diced and caned then you deseeded. i was spooned, rubbed, and finally you began to grate. the sheer molass of you grounded me. i was sliced on the bias, razor thin and then grilled by you. you left me peppered, drizzled, slightly saline, skewered and soaked.