We don't even take time 
      to come up for air.

We keep our mouths full 
      eating crudities dipped in cheese. 

And kissing in between.

No sooner have we made love, 
     than we're back in the kitchen.

 While I dice the peppers, 
     she grins at me.

And sautés the vegetables.

How good the wine tastes,
     that runs red,

Out of a laughing mouth,

     down her chin,

 And onto her naked breasts.

"I'm fat",
     she says.

Turning this way and that,

     "I'm crazy about her vegetables".

I shout to the heavens above.