i fell in love
the other night
with a lobster roll,
fresh and cold
on a hot toasted
elongated bun.
i washed it down
with a sweet apple
martini. it was
so thick and fat
with meat, that
i could hardly pick
it up in both hands.
it dribbled down
my arm, got on
my lips, my cheek.
and as we devoured
our little feast,
i couldn't help
but think what
biting into you
would be like too.
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