©2017 E. R. Smith
Double dipped an index into the bowl
The taste pulled back is familiar
Once its possession was a heartfelt goal
But now it is only peculiar?
Hot sauce on grilled meat spicy
Your heat brought out my juicy
Aphrodite strutting feeling feisty
Only ours just wasn’t destiny
Crave ice water to wash it down
Dilute you from sense memory
Spicy turned bitter showdown
Don’t need to commit to a felony
Snatch up girdle, realign breasts
Hop down off high bar stool
Follow just what mind suggests
Sugar, you’re now too old to play fool!
Bronx Beyond Borders 