Dearest Ataulfo,
I am utterly addicted to you. You and your wicked sweetness. You taste like a hot summer day in the middle of March. You taste like tan skin and sand under my toes.
Even though you are only in my life a short short time, I hunger for you all year long. My sweet, sweet Ataulfo.
When I see your buttery yellow flesh I smile and overindulge. I carry you home hoarding you, protecting you, fighting for you.
Please...please don't go away again Ataulfo. I can't wait another year for your return.
Careless
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