THE JOY OF...

       


    I stroke the glossy spreads
        of dimpled skin.
    The flesh so ripe
        I almost smell and bite.
    Compulsion, passion, curse,
        addiction, sin!
    I drool at kneaded mounds
        of hot delight.
    The money, time,
        to feed this appetite!
    I seek detailed techniques,
        exotic schools.
    To whet, prolong, and savor
        I recite the age-old rites
        and catalogue my tools.
    I live a proxy life.
        Like other fools
            I file my clippings,
            downloads from the net,
    trade stained and greasy books
        with secret rules of
            what and when and how.
        I stare and sweat.
    This seems the only way
        I can appease my urge to cook.
            I lust for recipes.

Reviews

[Yasmin]

I love this!
Very creative and entertaining...
Well done :)

[New Dawn]

Very clever write, I enjoyed it immensely