Gaeta

Desire stirs in me deeply,

Recklessly rocking my entrails.

It is you that I crave,

So long are the days since I last held you.

Your scent is sweet succulence,

A rich candescence churning through my every loin.

I yearn for your smooth touch, a buttery richness

Hanging wanton on my reddened lips;

A satisfaction to which no others compare.

I long to devour you whenever you’re near,

This desire I cannot control.

I am tinged with your scent;

The effervescence melts my thudding heart,

Reminding me that you shall never leave me wanting more.

Pizza, you melt my heart.