Pork Pie: A Love Poem Poem by Mike Weston

Can I compare you to a pork pie
Your skin a golden glowing sheen
Is there anything fairer to the eye
Evoking glorious dawn in Aberdeen
It's enough to make a grown man cry

The scent that from you flits
Rocks me to my very core
All my tingling senses hits
It's clear that you I adore
And need you in my greasy mitts

A finger traced across your curves
Your contours gently mapped
Sets aflame my fraying nerves
Can I keep emotions capped
What need delay now serves

I chance a playful bite
Brush my tongue on sumptuous belly
This feels so right
That subtle texture like jelly
I can no longer keep up the fight

Like a man starved I descend
Your shell before me crumbles
Revealing its fleshy dividend
A sight that briefly humbles
To my hungry eyes a true godsend

Upon your flesh I feast
With teeth and tongue and lips
Like some raging beast
A primal moan of pleasure slips
As blessed as any godly priest

And in too short time we are spent
The passions nought but embers
There are sighs but no lament
The moment's heat remembers
A fading memory of the event

You are gone, I look but can only see
The absence my heart sorely pains
But comforted that while you roam free
Some part of you always remains
Within me