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.