The Apple of My Eye

Smooth, effervescent glowing skin Free of blemish and blighting toxin Undulating curves of glossy satin Red cloak shrouds comely Saracen At the core a being of fibrous substance From stem to sternum burgeoning affluence Delicately woven fabric with scintillating elegance At close quarters emanating a sweet fragrance. A free-flowing stem signaled detachment A stalky divide prevented rapprochement Intricate, inner designs forestalled advancement Coarse, deepening chasm threatened determent. Forthwith, I loves tender began to preen Steadily peeling through the stealthy sheen Cutting to heart's core, affections to glean Loves' seed from ensconcing barriers did ween.