Just as an oyster wears a crusty shell,
Its surface rigid and mossy, sharp of edge.
Its oval eye retrieved from hell,
Now petrified, a corrugated wedge -
Yet lies inside, as delicate as a girl
Whose rugged armor gives her confidence.
A slender slip of flesh encased in pearl
Recumbent in her pool of succulence.
So you wear me, and so you tender lie
Voluptuously calm in your retreat,
The pliant eye with in that rigid eye
Now in the darkness, opening and blushing
As I bear down and clamp you with out crushing.