My Perfect Woman
My perfect woman? Well, she would have lips that are red like an apple. Her cheeks would be round, also like an apple. Her curves would make a man cry, like when you see a good looking apple. She always needs me. If I leave her alone she shrivels up, gets bruises, and emits a horrible odor. Sometimes before we go to sleep, I would whisper into her ear and, with her permission, softly caress her leafy hole at the bottom that I don’t quite understand. But hell, what man does? Her stem would protrude from her top, short but firm, just the way I like it. She would stand at a mere 5 inches tall as I bite into her with a crunch. Mmm, that’s one tasty woman.