i’d take a bite, a single one,
a small one – a nibble actually.
i’d take it in and hold it for a moment.
i’d let its smell waft
through my mouth
through my nose
through my brain.
then i’d roll it around and around.
i’d let my tongue smear itself
with a slight glaze
or a heavy coating.
i’d then chew slowly,
thoroughly,
manufacturing a paste
that smoothly and sensuously
glides down my system
depositing only what’s needed
and disgorging the rest.
then i’d take another
tiny
or big bite
or not,
if it were up to me.
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