I flung my whip
					aside and sprang
			with spreadable fruit,
aroma-- sweetened only with
	 juice concentrates

		One hand grabbed yours, pinned
		against the door.
				For best results
		I removed the cap and held the 
applicator close, turning all the knobs I knew.
        Unzipped your jeans and tugged
					down along your knees needled fan. 
Pressed the tip firmly 
	and moved across the food surface. Punctured
shoved sprouts under pressure of a sensitive funny bone.
Rumples exposed to excessive heat browned the bundled athletics
	of your heat lamp. Your hips gabbed with one violent
	thrust and sustained even the cement's swell
		that burned each remark in the carpet, 
socking jaw