I grabbed your hips and with one
out flakes a fame of pencil caps locked
in your animalistic anti-stain formula
rages lint snuggled up against
the hearty woodsy flavor of our bratwurst
kept frozen until readied to serve
You moved slowly upon my body with
a rich, delicious aroma. Underneath
the covers I felt your fingers
stemming a systolic hurdle
and stirring in the seasoning mix on a medium heat.
I pictured you bent
on receiving 26% of the recommended daily
allowance and nearly lost control.