The Oyster Maiden

by DavidKM

The Oyster Maiden

 

 

She peeks shyly at him,

fluttering coquettishly and eyeing

his big strong hands

which wrap around her

and pull her close.

 

He cracks open her shell,

one sharp, authoritative,

rap, raises her to his lips

and down she slithers.

 

He lays down a bed of

cocktail sauce and downs another,

but it is not the same,

will never be the same.

She was the One, and

ordinary oysters simply

cannot compare.

 

 

The end