She
was shaped like a butternut squash
with thick bottom smooth and hard
picked out fresh from Uncle Bob’s Farm
one summer night I bought and brought home
her eyes were shaped like naked almonds
her nose a baby carrot trimmed
on a head of ice berg lettuce
with cauliflower hair
sometimes she wore broccoli which I hated
like as if she really cared what I was saying
whatever baby
I loved how the juice flowed down my chin
and down onto her stomach whenever
I bite into her big red tomato breasts
it felt right
to just suck on it like foreplay
before the relay
and when I take out my big cucumber and plug it into her big pumpkin hole
carved out like a silly Halloween grin expressing an …….. O ! … on the doorsteps …
O ….. it can be a blowjob as well ….
or
the other hole ……. O … you so slow ……
well you know I’m smoking some mean green buds
describing my love life as a faithful vegetarian hub
to my happily married vegetarian wife who loves moi
what the hell more you think I was going to say
fool!
Poetry
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Very interesting.
I have to say I will never look at squash the same way or any vegetable for that matter. You have a very interesting way of writing. I’ve read quite a bit of poetry and have not come cross any as unique as yours.
Your analogy is very vivid and I can picture it. One other thing, I do not think I got the ending, but I guess that’s up to my interpretation.
Candid + Frank = same meaning. He didn’t want to spill the BEANS(veggie) too much …. sometimes being too loquacious is a bitch!