Out From the Oven, and Into My Gut

It took two cups of flour,
A banana unpeeled.
A man without passion,
His lips firmly sealed.
A spoon of dried wood,
carved from an oak.
Four hard-boiled eggs,
peeled and then soaked.
A squeeze from her tush,
to lighten the flavor.
A kiss so extreme,
a lifetime to savor.
Then into the oven,
preset to 350.
A slow roasted loaf,
takes time, nothing thrifty.
But now it's due time,
to sink in so deeply.
It melts down my throat,
and whispers so sweetly.
A fluttered old feeling,
I've soaked up completely.
I blush and I belch,
then dissolve so discretely.

All Poems © 2001-2007 Blister Herzog, all rights reserved.