C S I Appetite Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Fianlly, the opportunity I found,
To satisfy this appetite of mine;
One that had been lying all day long,
In the dark crevices of my mind.

Stealthily, moving across the floor,
So the sleeping I wont disturb;
Slight, the creaking under my feet,
Occasionally could be heard.

Grasping firmly with my hand,
I pulled the covers quickly aside;
One by one, peeling them back,
Wiping the tears from my eyes!

The touch was firm and silky,
Perfect and firmly shaped;
Prepared now, I surgically begin,
Like a predator to its prey.

I stood with knife in hand,
Sharp piece of stainless steel;
Hesitantly, but unable to turn back,
My appetite had to be filled.

By now my eyes were watering,
Burning with unromantic tears;
Voices screaming in my head; 'Stop! '
But the appetite pushed out the fear!

I wanted to dropp my knife and run,
But NO, this appetite is too real;
My craving lust is winning the battle,
Resolved, I pushed down the steel.

Slicing and dicing I must persist,
The tears now began to flow;
I unzipped the bag lying near me,
Removing the cold contents slow.

Two slices I laid bare on the table,
Aiding to kill my appetite pains;
Then piling on the Ham and Turkey,
And a stack of raw onion rings.

Appetite filled!