Sex Or Cake
Some days I feel like going out and eating cake;
I think of cheesecake with chocolate sauce, waiting
in the deli-cafe window for someone to eat and scrape
the crumbs and sticky sauce from the china plate
And then there’s lust: lust for that which is out of
Reach to the fat, the obese and overweight
But then there’s always sex, a sure back up in hard
Times?
No…because sex isn't cake.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2016
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