Creamy attributes nestle warm expectations.
Cocooned anticipation served al dente, spiced.
As Sagiovese accents caress thirsty souls
promising reality, fulfillment over pretense.
How often we await cheesy entanglements
sating desires captive in society’s whatnots.
Illusions of delicacy feathering dairy stench
as though it would tame eternity’s wounds.
I’ve tasted supremacy too often, without fear,
briefly losing euphoria to quiet bodily roars.
Though exquisite, the numbness of perfection
still lacks the demand to sever divinity’s ties.
As I float above perceptions of earthly bonds,
hindsight becomes the beacon of famed youth.
Its sauce lingering against black lace vanity
inebriating the tainted paragon of you.
Stained tablecloths could never inspire me,
the way the wind does against bare flesh.
But you, I envision as tasty morsels of life
raging war against the solitude I have left.
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