By Florence King (from Willard Espy's "Words at Play")THE HARD-BOILED
SEDUCTION OF A SOFT-BOILED EGG
I took the glistening, virginally white
oval out of the fiercely bubbling, ecstatic cauldron of hot,hot water and cupped my hand around it and felt its
contours with shimmering delight.
OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH was it hot!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
I reached for my long,
sturdy, battering egg knife and tapped.
Did it ever come open!
Wide open!
What a
gorgeous gash!
UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
The shell slipped off and I touched the
tender, moist, protein-swollen membranes of the
secret softness. The steamy slice of hot, ready, edible egg burned my fingers but I thrust firmly with my
rigid tool and inserted the erect, serrated knife.
I'M YOLKING YOU!
The
lubricious, oleaginous, golden yellow ambrosial nectar of the pulsating quickening core
gushed out into my egg cup.
I centered my mouth over the slickened
surface of the spoon and ate, ate, ate!
'I ate you,' I
whispered.
Did I ever....
THEEEEE ENNNNNNNDDDDDD
I feel so dirty...