You're flattering me again. Now you'll never be rid of me.
It's a bit of a cabaret style, for lack of a better term. Burlesque. As in back from my time, not the American version. Although there's not much clothing involved. But multiple unrelated acts.
Considering how often women's assets were compared to ripe peaches in my time? I don't think it'll be as lost in translation as you believe. As for comparing male anatomy to vegetables? In my day, it was a carrot.
There's nothing wrong with directly asking for what one wants. In fact, I've found it most effective and recommend it highly.