The heady scent wafting through the air drew his trembling hand to the warm round globes. Cupping the succulent flesh he raised it to his yearning lips, caressing it gently as the aroma drove him crazy with desire. Pulling back he admired the voluptuous curve, the sun blushed skin. He yearned to taste the warm sweet fluid that filled the ripe form. Savoring the moment he slowly brought it back to his lips and…………………………….. with a savage wantoness drove his teeth firmly into the first tomatoe of spring