The beauty of a fig…

If the serpent ever tempted Eve whilst Adam was snoozing, I firmly believe it was not with an apple. A mere apple could not have caused her such pleasure that she would need to share its taste with her man.

There are fruits that are far more tasty and tempting than apples. Mango, persimmon, these come to mind but the most pleasing and delicious of all is the fig.

It hangs on the tree, so easy to pick. Its skin makes a natural wrap around all that sweet, moist, goodness. The juice does not run, there is no mess at all.

Look at its beauty within. It resembles the opening of a vagina. I have never seen a vagina except in art or diagrams, but I consider it to be beautiful because of its purposes. The vagina is strong and muscular, it expands and narrows to give birth and pleasure.

The patterns within the fig bring to mind muscles that can clamp a penis, giving pleasure to a man, and expand to expel a baby.

I have found immense pleasure in figs this summer. My tree, like my cousin’s, has borne ripe fruit. How perfect, how luscious, how refreshing is a fig. How superbly designed. It is sensual, fragrant, and irresistible. I find myself telling everyone about my figs.

Never again will I eat a dried one or a shop bought one. They are considerate to ripen in turn so that none get spoilt. I have often glutted on fig jam when in Africa, here it is not the same.

Fresh figs will delight me for all my days now. And be the shared temptation with my man. The sensuality is visceral and inexplicable. No apple can do this. Other fruits are too messy.

Eve tasted a fig…She was seduced by it and had to share the joy.