An Ode to Eggplant

In gardens where the large eggplants grow,
Beneath the sun's warm, golden glow,
There lies a love, deep and profound.
In purple hues, such passion is found.

With skin so sleek, a glossy sheen,
The finest vegetable ever see.
Each one I pick, with tender care,
A love like this is rare, beyond compare.

As I bury it inside of me, their magic unfolds,
No resistance from me, it glides past my folds,
Far bigger and smoother than any man,
Brings joy to the heart, and a pleasure no other can.

So here's to the eggplant, large and true,
As it fucks me, my body begins to subdue,
With every thrust, my pussy begins to ache,
A deep, overwhelming orgasm begins to quake.