My Oyster Love Affair

 



My love affair started early...

Just a skinny sixteen year old boy...

I was working at Stephen & Martin’s...

I was willing, but acting somewhat coy...


An old black oyster shucker...

Mr. Carl was his name...

“Boy, once you try one of these...

Your life ain’t never gonna be da same!”


Being coaxed on by the patrons...

I stared at the meat on the half shell...

“Suck her up, boy!” yelled Mr. Montgomery... 

“She’ll be the first of many, I do tell!”


Sitting cross legged next to Mr. Montgomery... 

Sat his perfectly beautiful wife...

She licked her lips and offered a wink...

“This was going to be a special day in your life...”


She picked up the shell from the marble top bar... 

Held it gently between her thumb and finger...

I could smell the scent of her exotic perfume... 

My boyish thoughts were starting to linger...


As everyone was now watching...

I stared down at the gooey blob...

I could feel my confidence growing... 

As my head began to slowly bob...


 I took one last look at Mrs. Montgomery... 

And then I slowly closed my eyes...

I openly my mouth and sucked it all in...

It was both sweet and salty, to my surprise...


I slowly opened my eyes to see...

Mrs. Montgomery grinning from ear to ear... 

She whispered softly as she looked into my eyes...

“You see, there was nothing at all to fear...”


Then she said, “Now chew on it very slowly... 

And savor all the wonderful juice...

Enjoy the flavors throughout your mouth... 

Imagine the gratification you might induce...”


I loved drinking the yummy juices...

As it dripped down my chiseled chin... 

The juices ended up all up into my face... 

I couldn’t wait to do it all over again...


I eat oysters all the time now...

Looking forward to the salty treasure...

I usually eat four or five dozen...

Eating oysters is such a wonderful pleasure...


I have to admit that my friend, Mr. Carl... 

Was right about oysters changing my life... 

Now, whenever I eat oysters on the half shell... 

I also think about Mr. Montgomery’s wife...


© 2022 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

My Wonder Years: A Book

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