Fig Leaf

Innocently, I peeked outside of Eden's gate, curious to the outcome of Adam and Eve's fate. Shocked when I saw him wearing a large fig leaf, a precursor to men's underwear, called 'the brief.' I beseeched Mother Nature for a gust of wind and prayed that would not be considered a sin, but all she delivered was a gentle little breeze. That was enough to make me fall to my knees. A flash of his verile manhood was all it took to make me sigh and then take another look. Suddenly, I was filled with libidinous desire, gasping when the wind lifted the leaf a bit higher. I held my breath, trying not to make any noise, but I've never been a paragon of grace and poise. "Who are you?" he said, "What do you want?" I'm just admiring the fig leaf you proudly flaunt. No, I didn't really say that. I couldn't speak at all. I simply admired his physique. Gosh, he was tall! My cheeks grew warm from the heat of a blush, and I yearned to touch his bronze skin. What a rush that would be, but I just stood there like a fool. I mumbled something silly. Something about a tool. What could I do after disgracing myself like that? I offered him a fig leaf, saying, "Thanks for the chat." If there's a moral to this story, it shouldn't be told, at least not until I'm either senile or insanely bold. No man I've ever met since seeing Adam's worth has measured up to him, not in length nor in girth. I shouldn't share my tale, but it was a sight to see, and if you'd been there, you would have to agree. I planted a fig tree, and through years gone by, no leaves were large enough to cover Adam's guy. April 2, 2022 This or That, Vol 11 Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh Fig Leaf Theme