Sex is Such a Boring Topic
Sex is such a boring topic
lap dances and push-up bras
porno tapes and sex clubs
saunas and leather chaps.
I’m more interested in creating
that frittata, baking cornbread
with buttermilk, finding a recipe
for the garam masala
I don’t care who’s having an orgasm
if anyone has ejaculated
or if there’s a drop of Eros
left in the tube.
Keep your handcuffs, your jockstrap
your butt plug
I’m perfecting a Devil’s Food cake
a vanilla rose frosting
I’m considering homemade lasagna
Let someone else wear the French
maid’s costume, the thigh high boots,
the crotchless panties;
by all means, enjoy the rubber sheets.
take my place in the sling,
I’m trying to master the biscuit,
the lemon bar trifle,
the blackened sea bass
I want to roast the broccoli,
blanch the asparagus, ice
the orange pound cake.
I want to candy my own rose petals.
I want to fill you up with all of this.
I never want to stop.