We walk, from diner to my home's dinning. I pour a glass of water for you, For wine is not the tradition I grew up in. You held the glass. Crushed between were my fingers, Crushed was my heart. As beast unchained, we undressed. So fast, I forgot How slow we tried? Letting that silk go off and desires surface up. We kissed before that. I tasted chicken, May be your tounge cleaned my mushroom stuck between. We went on devouring, the very last scent of food left. I went for necks, and road down the hill with bossoms, navels and to the valley of flowers. I tasted all of your sweat. The one, dribbling down. The one, just surfaced. The one dried. I licked it all, like a stray dog, in the bin. Irresistible are dogs. and so are men. Men, who are dogs.