November 2020

by Lurea Cort

 

Dinner—

It cums

In my face

On a plate

Oh boy

I must eat it now

But Instead-- I play with it

I Masturbate it

To get it ready

For love

I Fork it 

Spoon it 

Knife it 

You understand

Don't you?

You Love it and Lick your dinner too

It cums Before you And

when it does cum

you say, 

Damn...that was fast, I wasn't ready

We never are

with the

side dishes of 

Conversation

Or the glass of water

Half full or iced

But the dinner does cum

That's for sure