There is a black hole where all the pepperoni goes...
It can be found on a Sunday afternoon
Me tucking my buttocks under and my belly in,
adjusting my dough and package; while she
shifts her censored saucy desires
with great anticipation in the seat of a red swivel chair...
I make sure to fence the dogs and a bottle of wine
before the pizza delivery man shows
with the important goods
so that we can both lay back
and eat a slice of each other's favorite pie...
2008 © TS
Seduction by pizza! Classy... Welcome home sailor. Rgds, Ivan
Quite sensuous poet but written in such subtle way that heightened ones sensuality! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
okay...reading between these lines has made me quite hungry....great work.