Saucy Spaghetti, Sweet Time

Saucy Spaghetti, Sweet Time

He was dazed and dazzled,
contemplating her sucking that sizzling,
solid miracle, chomping, and changing it
charmingly, chewing champignons, cheese
and life together as if the whole world could
fit in her frantic fantastic mouth, in that
simple moment of romantic agony and
light dissolution.

Everything seemed to leap onto
her dish and his eagle eyes enslaved every
exciting movement, entangled her in
his luxuriant lucid lust; she was a hungry
beautiful beamy beast, he was the beast itself
beckoning desire to sit at the table and join
them in that Italian restaurant.
(spaghetti was such a sexy thing!)

She giggled gingerly, he gulped and guffawed,
staring at her tenderly, conscious of nothing but
her intangible intensity and intractable innocence.
It was when he realized that hunger was the best sauce.

Karla Bardanza

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