A young girl eats olives,
Bought them from the gourmet deli,
Imported from exotic locations.
Every afternoon savoring
Salty tastes on her tongue
As she sates her craving.
Teaching herself to maneuver it
In her mouth,
Using suction and tongue
To separate salty flesh
From the hard pit.
Now, a different kind of olive.
Still using suction and tongue
She delights in his hard flesh,
Milks him of his salty seed.
Flesh the color of Kalamata olives,
Dark and rich, from a distant land,
Still savoring her afternoon treat,
Sucking the seed from the flesh,
Satisfying her craving.