Enough with the whirling world tunes
Enough with the tower-power menace
If I may savour you for a moment,
Quietly . . .
Snail-paced . . .
Nibble by tasty nibble,
Your fresh juices squirting
Against my cheeks,
Flesh oh so tender. . . flesh oh so sweet . . .
Sweet pea! Dearest sweet pea,
Nature shall know no higher praise.