He had sausages for fingers
His eyes were hard-boiled eggs
Chocolate dribbled from his nose
Giant jerky sticks for legs
His shoes were made of cucumbers
They covered his lobster feet
Spaghetti arms danced in the wind
His torso a slab of raw meat
His sexy, boiled-candy nipples
Were sweet upon my tongue
I sucked them right off his tasty chest
Oh fuck, what have I done?!
Canapes, hors d'oeurves, entree
Or serve him as a main
I've eaten his yummy foie gras ears
Dear Lord... not again!!
I loved him so desperately
But hunger shall persist
I needed to bite off his neck
His face, his nose, his lips
I didn't mean to eat him up
But sadly it is true
I know I could have found happiness
With a man made up of food
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
. Man I love your poem. It makes me a lil hungry now. If my guy was food I would eat him up. I really love your poem. Its different. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. 
