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June 02, 2005

My food , my lover

I am restless, and that is good, the winter is passed and so has the spring, and summer is upon us. I will get to sit and watch all the pretties in their summer dresses, so inticing, making me think that i owe so much to my sight, as much of it that I have. Summer brings colors, and skin, the delicious patch of skin that the summer girls get to expose between their very fashionable tops, and their hip hugging, back baring pants, I am the feverish student of the girls watching school, and god knows that every face , every bare arms and torso does sustain me more than i deserve.

My new obsession dejoure these days is chewing, yes chewing my food as long as I can in my mouth, allowing the food to circle within my mouth, touches the top of my mouth, inside my cheecks, as long as I can and I have come to appriciate the new sense of tastes it brings me, I do not eat my food any more, I make love to it, like a carefull lover, all foreplay, and no intercours. Yesterday, I took my time, and ate my sandwich in fourty minutes, I tasted every thing in it, in nibbles and small bites, I touched the bread with my lips and tasted it within my mouth before I tear into it, as carefully and as patiently as i do when when I go down on my beloved. i tasted the texture of the meat, the solid dense fabric of it, the tomatoes, the hot pepper spread, the onions, and the cheese, as it burned my mouth, the whole wonder of it.

Europeans have a much more romantic idea of eating, they take their time, and treat their food with respect, not a one night stand, and a quick in and out. I think, like dancing, the way a man eats shows how good a lover he is, the way he taste his food, and treasure the essence of it, the tastes. i amtalking canddle lights, rose petalls,
and silk sheets, sucking toes, and licking tighs, taking your time, and simmering in anticipation, blowing breath in the directions of her, touching lips, and getting there misty humid, but sober. So next time you are sitting at a table with a plate of food in front of you, look at it as a lover, that you get to eat, and allow it to nourish you bit by bit. give it a face, lips, a long neck, porcelin shoulders, bossoms and nipples, give it limbs, and take your time, allow you eyes to feast on it and than thread lighty, enjoy it.

And my beautifull wife Marjan ia aware of my new obsession and she is patient with me, since she knows the geography of my addictions, last night i was still at my dish, after she had ate hers, and I needed another twenty minutes, and even then i was only half into it, so I got up, I had enough, and she greeted me with a knowing smile, shaking her head, thinking this would pass too.

Eight hours of sleep last night, my body is getting what it needs, I missed the Gym but I am gonna go in a while, and get me sweting, i need it and i will have it. I feel thigher in my muscles, more dense, and it feels good, the bump in the middle is going down little by little, I feel poems coming, the restlesness of it has settled in already, I just had to go there, where the certain ghosts of knowings are waiting for me, they have tales to tell and I can not wait. LIFE IS GOOD

Posted by Idinraha at June 2, 2005 09:49 AM

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