wake up thinking about it

some days you wake up
thinking about pizza. pepperoni
and sausage,

lots of mozzarella
piping hot, right out of the oven.

(unsure of the word piping)

but a thick crust,
a red sauce bubbling like
lava
out of a lit volcano.

the thought sticks with you
the whole day, your stomach
yearns for it.

gurgles with wanton hunger.

you want it badly.
you lust after a juicy bite.
the nibble, the crunch.

licking the sauce off your hand.

and then there are days
when you wake up
thinking about betty.

and the same scenario
holds true for her.