The broccoli stares at me with its long fluffy stalks. A lamp illuminates a circular light around the broccoli. Behind it, forms a shadow, the same shape as the broccoli.
I hold a firm grip on the magnifying glass; peering in to observe the thing’s many dark green bulbs.
Beautiful, I almost gasp, staring more into the branches of the broccoli. I nearly fall out of the chair.
Each branch forms a fractal, the trunk, and the stalks are the same exact shape, forming into the same shape as the branches.
My heart pounds in my chest and a heat rises on my skin, filling every nerve with pleasure.
I gently pick up the broccoli with shaky fingers, caressing it against my cheek, puckering my lips for a kiss. The broccoli kisses me back. It’s bulbs latch onto my cheeks, nearly sucking me in. I moan and return the kiss.
The Broccoli falls into my mouth and I gasp.
I began to suck, feeling the broccoli’s smooth surfaces in my mouth.
With each suck my moans grow louder, sucking the broccoli in and out. With closed eyes, I imagine the broccoli hugging me back with its stalks. Its bulbs scratch the surface of my skin, sending my stomach fluttering.
I spit it out, kiss it, then put it back into my mouth.
My love
My wife.
I love you.
Dear broccoli
With a creak, the door behind me opens. I turn and spit out the broccoli in my palm, covered in a puddle of slobber.
I slowly turn my head, revealing a figure of a disheveled woman in a robe. Dark circles mar her eyes along, and a crow’s nest of hair sits on her head.
