Pizza
I love pizza,
It abides to my rules,
It is a model of my expectations,
Its hot, its a fool.
My fingers run along its back
I devour its soft, flesh.
The chease, melting lustfully.
The warmth lighting my veins.
This is what I love,
This is what fuels my desire
A submissive slice of pizza
Not a helpless human child
Tonight I lie with pizza,
Devour it under the blanket,
While somewhere a child,
Is devoured the same way.
This poem is about:
Our world