My Perfect Woman

Fall '16

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.