The Pickle Jar
I hope you know that I've been craving
Those sours of which I've been raving
I open the lid and dip in my arm
Feeling for one with just the right charm
This is a vat with an assorted mix
Funny how they all seem to look like pricks
I find one that is perfect in length and in girth
My heart gives a flutter and I'm filled with mirth
I open my mouth and it's filled with saliva
I forgot to say I'm naked as Lady Godiva
My tongue wraps 'round it, loving it's brine
I savor the flavor and thank god that it's mine
I nip off the tip and push in my tongue
The flesh lets me in because it is young
I begin to suck and the juice starts to flow
I greedily guzzle with my face all aglow
I push it in further to the back of my throat
And suck till that pickle begins to bloat
Then all of a sudden in more than a rush
The inside of that pickle comes out in a gush
And I gobble it all with ecstatical bliss
Who knew that eating pickles could be anything like this?
