If I had to put on a costume to seduce you, I would immediately adopt a sheath of white and soft bread crumb.
Soft and tasty, you could not resist.
Rather light of skin, I could sometimes lightly brown so that my ridged belly could serve you as a burning pillow. Under the weight of sobs or the scent of pleasure, I could absorb your moods.
If you know how to love me, I would choose the option of preservation. I would keep the flavor of authenticity and truth without sophistication. Then with the weight of time, I would harden myself; but my heart would remain tender where you would be able to unravel its mystery.
To be continued…