for a local chain of cafeterias
that has a jingle which always
makes me think of her,
of the time we finally got together
in the flesh:
�Tastes like Texas,
feels like home�
The beginning part is exactly
how she described my cock
the first time she put it in her mouth,
while the rest is just what I said to her
when at last I slipped inside her.
There is another similarity:
like a cafeteria,
she was a feast,
a smorgasbord of delights
that appealed to every facet of my appetites,
served up all at once for me.
I still hunger for her,
and could thrive ecstatically
on her meals alone,
but it seems to be my fate
to wander and forage
for mere subsistence.