Peeking Poem by Ivana RadanJamnicki

I am soaking in each move your lips make
Envying each bite you are having
Envying that tomato bursting out in your mouth
Envying the little pieces of meat
That are being bitten and chewed by your vicious teeth
And the tartar sauce melting on that lucid tongue
I’m drinking in each move your mouth makes
So hard to resist not to introduce my twitching fingertips
To your mouth
Not to feel the pressure of your hungry teeth
And your tongue’s playful embrace
And not to produce any of those sweet sounds
That would give my arousment away
Yes, while having lunch here in a public place
I’m hiding behind the table
And so I watch I watch and watch