another empty poem

in his mind
she was
a buffet of extravagance
a feast
for hungry eyes
for tasting tongue
for savage desire
a cornucopia
of earthly pleasures
wrapped
in the most delightful
package

he was hungry
as well
he realized
mixing metaphors
combining hungers

knowing neither
would be satisfied
with
empty turns of phrase
empty ability
to speed time
or teleport
empty cupboards
feeling lethargic
about fuflilling either
while latched
to the couch

an erection
a grumbling stomach
a pounding head
and
an aching shoulder

another empty poem

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