The seductive tomato
Sep. 11th, 2007 10:10 amI threw a plum tomato from my garden in the lunchbox this morning, but pulled it out when I got to work before putting the lunchbox in the refrigerator (because tomatoes, as you are all aware, should not be refrigerated as that will make them mealy and diminishes the taste). The feeling of it in my hand startled me a little, and I looked, really looked at the tomato I had thoughtlessly snatched up in my kitchen this morning.
Oh. My. God.
It is not perfectly oval. Instead, it consists of three swollen lobes, so that the sides curve, like a woman's padded hip. And then dips in, like the cleft between buttocks. I weighed it and turned it in my hand, taking in the brilliant arrest-me red color (highlighted by curved lines from the sunlight coming in the window) running my thumb over the thin, flawlessly smooth skin, tracing the sensual, perfect curves with a forefinger.
It's positively erotic. I'm almost embarrassed to leave it here on my desk.
Edited to add: Pictorial evidence is here. (*blushes*)
Oh. My. God.
It is not perfectly oval. Instead, it consists of three swollen lobes, so that the sides curve, like a woman's padded hip. And then dips in, like the cleft between buttocks. I weighed it and turned it in my hand, taking in the brilliant arrest-me red color (highlighted by curved lines from the sunlight coming in the window) running my thumb over the thin, flawlessly smooth skin, tracing the sensual, perfect curves with a forefinger.
It's positively erotic. I'm almost embarrassed to leave it here on my desk.
Edited to add: Pictorial evidence is here. (*blushes*)