Green Thumb
He seduced me with tomatoes.
I didn’t notice him before he brought the basket to the office, overflowing with wonders, ranging from yellow to orange to red to white; from tiny, delicate cherries to obscenely huge beefsteaks. Sweet, tangy, bright, earthy, all in the course of a single bite.
I was drawn to him. I longed to feel his hands on my body; if they could coax such delights from simple dirt, what might they bring forth in me? How could I not love a man responsible for such beauty?
The un-asked-for answer wouldn’t come till first frost.
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