I have possessed a life long infatuation for this perfect man.
When he is present, the room fills with his aroma,
Leading to visions of intoxicating consumption.
The very moment he touches my lips,
I moan, feasting on his warm, moist, tenderness.
He is true to his nature. His influence is bad on me…
In his quiet possessiveness he clings to me,
Riding my derriere and my hips as I sashay through the streets.
In the evenings he called for me. Like a late night lover I would creep;
Just a love sick marionette I danced his dance night after night,
Before lying down to sleep. Then one day I woke to learn,
There was two-hundred and thirty pounds of me…
Now 40 pounds lighter, He and I are but distant friends.
He is no longer welcomed in my home ever again.
Although from time to time when dinning with friends, He and I do meet;
With his aromatic fragrance tempting me.
It's at these moments we do creep, but he cannot and will not come home with me,Regardless how much honey butter loving he sticks to me….
©April 26 2010 Kim Daniel/IDreamNWords.com