dribble down my check
in an erotic pleasure
juicing the endeavor
of gluttony
plums are not your inclination
but gluttony has a bookmark
that arches around your hips
like the joy of ginger
in a pan of frying chicken
with onions and a touch
brown alcohol
ground pepper
a pinch of cheyenne
like the heat you have
thrown me in a glance
i cool that thought
with fresh fruit and relish
of a inverted pyramid
and unanswered cravings
that would feed the rumble
of my appetite
and the missing
romance
and the never
ever naked
in your arms
the
never satisfying my taste-buds
with pungency of your potluck