|Kitchen Counter Top
By l0nnieugene on 12/18/2006
On a rain drenched, main events’ night
like this You’d be crisp & tender
wouldn’t resist just surrender
~~~be pleasant on or under glass~~~
making lightning flash & thunder clash.
& wouldn’t You know I’m hungry
¬ 4a ‘piece’ of pizza.
No, my flame torched
want You as the Main Course.
You’re truly shaped like a baked Beauty
& I’m starved, want You carved
n2 slices & sections.
But there won’t be any crisis in selection
‘cause all of You is perfection’s predilection
~~~digestible, delectable, incredible~~~
I’m not inclined 2climb stairs
not when my sight line stares
@Your pristine cuisine
&my spine bears
the weight of having2wait
this long already.
Listen, let’s start our night kissing fire,
polite hissing spire, ignite sizzling desires
right here in the kitchen!
We don’t need a tablecloth.
Your body’s label soft
& I’m able2cross
every inch of its length,
have Your abs strapped non-tradition
in an abstract position
we’ll make out—score- like-a dream Formica team.
It’s a hard surface but it suits our hearts’ purpose.
You’re my prone, laid blessing
but even if You had nuthin’ but stuffin’
& a wishbone, this alone would be
4 40 days passing
I’ve been in a courting phase fasting
preparing 4the opportunity
4r proper unity
‘ cause even when no rings or strings attach
somethings attract -- You & me.
Whether I hosted You roasted,
baled or broiled
You’d still ‘take the cake’ royal
as a dinner divine, not tawdry;
like the blinks in bling span.
We’ll both be winners in mind & body,
so You won’t have 2 close Your eyes
& ‘think of England’
or anything else 4that matter, except us.
© By l0nnieugene On 12/18/2006 2:16:31 PM