Fuzzy on the inside, but oh, so gooey and
smooth on the inside...
Mr. Kiwi tastes so much like he should never
be fully consumed with a spectator or two
carefully watching every single move of one's
mouth as it moves up and down and up and down
and up and down... and the tongue
slowly moves as the flavor gushes though
the mouth into the regions of the tongue where
the taste can explode... another chew or
two or three or four or fifteen or
one-hundred or five-thousand or four-
kajillion... the numbers continue to race as the
natural sweeteners keep making sure that every
single sensation is carefully felt.
next...
while nobody is expecting
it, the taster takes one
more steady bite to keep you excited
or just plain confused... slowly, this routine
continues until
a new kiwi is needed to please someone in a more
pleasant
manner.