Have you ever eaten the perfect peach?

Have you ever bitten into a juicy luscious ripe peach?
Have you ever smelled the aroma of a perfect peach?
Have your senses ever been completely taken over by it?
Have you experienced the ecstasy of that first bite?
Have you ever had that precious nectar spill down your chin and mouth?
Have you ever tasted the sweet tartness of its flavor?
Have you ever taken it greedily into your mouth, hoping you could save every drop?
Have you ever sucked at it till it was dry?
Have you ever liked your fingers with delight after it was done?

It’s really hard to find a perfect peach in Puerto Rico. We don’t have great weather for them. My mother bought some today, and I ate one before I wrote this. The peach was okay, it was a little dry and clearly it had been picked before it was ready. When this happens they don’t ever get that incredible depth in flavor that ripe peaches have. The peach was fine. It’s hard for me to dislike a peach. But this peach was a little disappointing, and I remembered a peach I had a few weeks ago. I was in San Francisco, at the time, and I had one of those perfect peaches at my college roommate’s house. California has great peaches… Sigh….