the theme of a 1969
grade b movie
about romance and lust
where there is a weird metaphor
about chewing up the excitement
of a tumbler of pleasure
where the girl juice reaches a boil
and - of course - steamy romance ensues
there are jokes about the stew created
juicy and succulent
with fresh vegtables from the garden
and nice moves on your dance floor
or maybe it isn't a movie
maybe it's just one moment out of
one more delectable night with you
that includes a bedroom take down
no sex, yet an assortment
of intimate meandering
and the kisses that still glow
like the top star in a sky
of endless flames