Am I what you thought I was?

       My taste is sweet, like a fresh fruit that is picked on a summer’s sun felt day.
My surface.. My flesh… it’s so soft and clean that you’d think it was born that way. ( In most cases it is.)
The inner petals are a wet and moist treat for anyone that places their lips against my sweet flesh.
To gently suckle upon those inner areas is to be rewarded with a sweet release of wonderful tasting liquids.
My flesh inside is a deep, deliciously pinkish red.
 
       I can tell you that it’s so delicious because if it were me, I’d consume myself and never give any to share.
To touch me with your hands deep inside my flesh is to become sticky with my wetness.
Oh such a wonderful feeling, to be covered in my juices.
And to be eaten by so many people.
Eat me.
Eat the watermelon!!
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