BODY BUFFET

There are angels in my cheese fondue.

In a crowded room, where hope….

for love

a love for life,

Brushed passed shoulders.

Awkward smiles.

Dinner party conversation

“what wonderful fondue”

A distant stare, and

caught

in the act, his nice butt.

The angles in my cheese fondue

drip from my fingers

explode on my tongue.

The tears for beauty

break with budding hunger.

Drowned in digestive juices

and forgotten

soon after the orgasm.

In a crowded room

the smell of sex

rides hot on breath

flavoured milky.

and my angels

weave lactose webs

of melted cheese.

They lure her closer,

tempt her

till the exquisite taste brings her begging to the bowl.

To bad she doesn’t have a mint

I’ve had my eye on her all night.