Dinner

I'll admit it, I'm on his nuts like a squirrel
saving up for winter,
ready for war, but the battle
is what I enter
slide hand down his wood, watching
out for the splinter, shattered the glass
on his eyes as I hit octaves so high
so he's blinded, trying
to find a tide to rise with as
his orbs line up with mine
circle on circle
tongue circle head circle
so where do we end? Back at
square one squared is still
one and as long as I have that spot...
That spot he hits again and I erupt
in volcanic sin
and ash as he grabs my ass and
clasps on tight for dear
life and as he pounds me. I
keep him grounded while his mind
is reaching higher heights and
he sees the northern lights
and wants to spark a Salem light;
No witch hunt cuz he’s found the
chick who put voodoo on him, took his
magic stick and did magic with it,
shooting hearts, stars and horseshoes
like the little leprechaun, I have is lucky
charms in the palm at the end of my arms,
what luck that this pot of gold falls on
the straight side of the rainbow.
Rich, thick, sticky enough to put on
pancakes but he licks the plate
without the cake but breaks the
cake off cuz I take the cake
The icing
the frosting with a cherry on top,
in the end leave him flossing, too sweet
don’t want teeth to rotten, so he watches what
he says, not too many sweets because
he knows I am watching what I eat,
what he eats, is me and I fatten him up,
give way to gluttonous desires, make a meal
out of me, catch of the day, throw it back
if it smells fishy, but a fresh catch is
all I can ever be, cut like sushi;
I can be
his meat,
steak and potatoes, you now how that goes,
fine dining at fine timing makes
fine live-ing and a dime on his arm
puts change in his pocket, changing
from a penny pincher to a big spender,
and all because
I let him eat dinner.