Micro Short - Delightful Exile

I tasted you from one end to the other
My lips capturing pieces of you
The taste of your essence overpowers my tongue
The smell of your warm juice fills my nose
The sight of your slightly browned surface ensnares my thoughts
Your rounded bottom fills my hand as I lift you
Even though I will be sent away for consuming you
It is a delightful exile
Until I use mouthwash as my wife doesn’t like
Garlic bread on my breath