Make bread not love
I need you now, more than ever.
Your body moulds to my hand,
taking shape in a frenetic frenzy.
You accept my flower, arose from
your bed after forty five minutes,
so fresh!
Doe-eyed, I stare, mesmerised by
your beauty. I am consumed by the
heat of satiety, I feel stoned, half-baked
in the heady euphoria of the
post-exercise aftermath. You smell
so good!
I feel your warmth, but you start to resist.
"You've got a crust!" After all we've
been through, I'd expect better.
But her spread wide open, so inviting,
leaves me drooling with desire,
smokin' hot!
You've gone cool on me. Almost frigid.
and you're leaving. Piece by piece,
you disappear, only a memory
to me. I savour them though,
even love requires food.
Use your loaf!