Pumpkin Patches turn me on.
Those big orange asses,
sweet like sex to me.
Split them open, Scoop their mush with my spon.
Glossy Goopy Fibrous Mesh...
A spongy sparkling web
holding those white perfect salted seeds...
I eat them by the handful if you ask me nice.
And that smell
So rich and dank.
Unpleasant with its' confrontation.
So bold
so strong
so musty
Inhale to feel its' hold
exhale it before it controls you.
OCTOBER
Autumn brings the pumpkin whore.
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