Green Apples

Want, want, want! I'm yearning to bite into an apple like this. To lick off the beads of cool water from its smooth, grassy-green surface; to pierce its once-perfect skin with my teeth; to rip from it a piece, and munch—slowly, cautiously—hearing it crunch... Oh, it's a very sharp smell; very tangy. And it's crisp, too. The juices ooze. It's tart. The aftertaste lingers.
The first bite is always the best.