White paper wrapping me like some deli sandwich, hiding me from your sight, won’t you unwrap me, have your way with me, fuel your hunger with me.
Let me be your sandwich
Fingernail the tape baby, one quick flick is all you need to do, I’ll be free to be unwrapped free to be discovered laid open for your pleasure naked on your plate.
Let me be you sandwich
My ingredients touching each like crazed orgies of the senses, spices, oils, muscle and grizzle straining to hold me together, blood and spit traveling end to end.
Let me be your sandwich
You can eat me two handed rough or cut me into four delicate tongue teasing morsels just waiting for your enameled fingers to chomp me up.
Let me be your sandwich
Serve me on your stomach so my drizzled juices meld with yours creating sticky love, television background all black and white, neighbors quiet listening as you eat.
Let me be your sandwich
Throw out my pickles throw out my onions, get down to the bone the marrow of my soul, the succulent center of all my creativity. Fingers as fork digging in the middle bringing up gobs feeding mouths as cups sharing one then another.
Let me be your sandwich
Discard my appearance close your eyes savoring my touch knees, thighs stomach, neck back then lips to lips I come to you.
Let me be your sandwich.
Crumbs laying upon your out stretched body licking fingers smiling at white paper crumpled on the floor, waiting for desert. My breath is served upon your treasure, mouth upon the universe, kiss upon your love, pleasure joy ecstasy all mixed mashed and swallowed.
Satiating warmth wraps you in white paper and you sleep.
