FOOD IS LIKE A WOMAN

By Poetri.

Food is like a beautiful woman.  And I am 21 and single.

How can I resist?

I just got home from my speed dating class,

The one that teaches how to choose a right girl in ten seconds or less.

And yes, I am lonely…cause the class sucks.

I head out to get coffee at the local BAR BUCKS cause I can’t afford Starbucks.

And there she is…sitting alone…

waiting to get picked up by a man that will love her.

Food is like a woman to me.  And I am 21 and single. 

As I walk towards her, I smell her sweet perfume of chicken and fries.

She has mouth watering eyes; her skin is tan and fried golden brown.

Her face is salted with pain. 

She tells me her tale of being alone and how she wished

that someone could afford to take her home.

I reach in my pocket to see how much change I own.

I would do anything for her.  She is so organic and natural.

It appears that I have enough for this feast of love,

her two legs, two thighs, and two breasts are mine to take home

Her life has been seasoned with spices of truths and lies.

You can tell she doesn’t hang out with small fries.

She’s a catch is all I am saying and she wants to me to savor her flavor. 

Afraid for anyone to see how this beautiful piece of meat ended up with me,

I bag her up, and take her to my car.

Food is like an intelligent woman and I am 21, single and lonely.

Confused on what a real woman likes, never really had one spend the night,

let alone be my girl and be seen with me in plain day light.

I guess you can say that I have never been the playa playa type.

We reach my apartment and when we step in,

She has managed to step out of the bag and standing in front of me

wearing nothing but her emotions.  They seem attached to me.

Her pain is now my pain, and all I want to do is make it better.

How can we make each other happy?

I pick her up and place her on the kitchen counter as I hover over her

I ask again, how am I to resist

A treat such as this and I am 21, single and oh so hungry for love.

I am all too ready to devour her with kisses and bites.

But something is not right.  Not on the kitchen counter.

We head over to the dining room table.

Food is like an attractive woman to me and I am 21 and single.

I set the mood right with candles and soft music,

Forks, spoons and napkins, just in case it gets a little messy.

I lift her leg closer to me and gently bite.

And then decide to finish the night with her in bed watching Dateline.

After we’re finished and completely satisfied, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Food is like a beautiful, sexy woman and I am 21, naive, and single.

I wake up the next morning in complete love, turn over...

only to find out that she is gone.  She left me.  She left me.

Food is a hoe.  She only wanted me for one night until the next time

that she wants me for one night. 

Meanwhile, I have a full stomach and a basketful of emotions

that she left behind when we slept together.  What am I to do? 

How do I resist her when she comes knocking at my door

smelling like Ham and Turkey tomorrow night? 

How do I slam it in her face and remain celibate from her lust? 

How do I stop eating when I am hungry?

Will I be fighting these demons all my life? 

Will I ever break?  Will I ever have peace? 

Will she ever stop knocking at my door?  Will I ever stop letting her in?

Food is a woman, and I am forever 21, forever stupid, forever young,

Forever getting fooled by the same tricks

looking for a taste of her love whenever she comes over.