Her favorite fruit was pear
Said it reminded her
of the shape of my body
and how she’d like
to split me open
right up the middle
and feast upon me.
Oh, how I’d let her.
My darling clementine.
I’d love to peel each piece
of your clothing off,
and divide you into segments,
letting each juicy piece
roll across my tongue.
You’re the perfect snack
and I’m feeling quite hungry.