O Pickle...thou green beauty
Spawn of thine saline broth
Your shape is that of my desire
I get to choose your measured joy
Inches of deLECtable firmness
EXQUISITE juices dribble down my chin
Licking it up with eager GREEDINESS
The tanginess on my tongue fills me with roaring passion
Your sour flavor fulfills my LUST
My tastebuds fairly BURST with rampant bliss
O let me TASTE you eternally
Vinegar and spice and all things nice
This is what I want, need, desire, and ACHE for
Your skin against my teeth gives way in a succulent POP
And my soul's ESSENCE is quenched once again
In all that is you...
Textured skin...I want more
Firm meaty flesh...I want more
Salty fluid down my throat...I want more
I consume you and still want more
YOU...ME...US...and maybe a sandwich.
