Rushing the doorsteps
Feeling the hunger strikes
The thirst to quench
With hot concocted drinks
You headed to cook this meal
With cloth of fantasy,
you waxed and polished
your golden spoon,
until it shined with the lacy manhood
of your racy face.
Yet even with your spoon of gold,
this hungry heart of mine growls,
spoonfeed your love not to me.
Until you first pound it into softness
during a midnight minute
with the mallet of romance.
Then tenderize with salty pleasures.
Season with peppery hot desires.
Sprinkle galore with spicy flirtations.
Moisten with crazy lips
Drunk with vintage passion.
Roll in aphrodisiac dough
Taken from the hands of my Adonis.
Marinate in the sweet sauce
Covering your heart.
Baste with the creaminess
Of your buttery manly skin.
Cook in the unrestrained flames
Of your hunky excitement.
Garnish with the wishful leaves
Shook from the branches
Of your exotic dreams.
Top with hot tamale kisses.
And bless with the burning secrets
Smoking in your heart.
Henceforth...
The Knight Chaser Of My Heart,
I run no more.
Now hurry and feed
the hunger in my heart,
before I die unfed
of your delicious love-meal.
Now my Cassanova, Valentino
Chaser Of My Heart,
open your mouth wide
and start running.
Now I will be
The Chaser Of Your Heart,the Lady Queen,
determined to feed you, my love-meal.