Because I’m a perv.
Oh, that hard salami!
I love to lick, your greasy, salted outside,
after sliding you out of the package.
The call of your spiced innards,
calls to my soul, when I am feeling
empty and spent. The solid meat
you contain speaks so much to
the history of all your many artisans.
Your well seasoned casing a delight
to all the taste centers of my tongue
as I finish my initial tasting.
And bite, juiciness filling my stimulated mouth,
as I work fat speckled flesh until
all flavor is gone, all of the great salt rush sliding
down my parched throat, and so I reach
for a robust pint to wash,
all the pain from my soul.