Steak and Potatoes

In all honesty. I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate. And be devoured piece by piece. My attention, all my free time. Everything that no one else could see. With knife and fork. T be taken apart and devoured tastefully. With nothing left except the juice of where I laid. The tough parts that take time to cut, Revealed in an instant. To be desired in mutual attraction, a certain craving. Covered in salt, pepper, a slice of butter. All of my interests, my habits. The anticipation of being sizzled and flipped on a cast iron skillet. Served fresh on a plate. A baked potato on the side to bring out the taste. In all honesty. I think I'll have a steak