The Whole Pig, Not Just The Ham
Just like a piece of roasted honey glazed meat
Hung in front of starving boars waiting to feast
After years of starvation from the festival meats
You licked your lips as you walked passed
Sniffing the essential oils I use instead of perfume
You groan as you look at me with wild eyes
Your eyes linger on my curves and my sides
You undress me with your mind and hallucinate a foul fantasy
You have the illusion that Iâd be the perfect wife
Cooking for you before you come home
Then youâd have my naked body
Displayed as dessert for your pleasure
Youâll ravage me and finish countless times
Iâll never ask you to stop and youâll finish one last time
Ending the day in stress free bliss
You donât even know me.
You donât know I canât cook without focusing on just that alone
You donât know I work full time saving animals from abuse
You donât know I hate my body and the attention it gets
You donât know how the way you look at me
Like a weak porcelain doll ready for you to taint me
With your sinful paints and glazes
Makes me hate everything about my body
For I am not a piece of roasted honey glazed meat
Meant to sate your hunger
I am a natural disaster waiting to hit
I am something you canât have.
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