🍕*Ode to a Pizza Fuck*

Oh molten-lipped marvel,
you lie there—round and reckless,
saucy to the core,
sweat glistening where oil pools
in valleys of sinfully crisp crust.

You come to me late,
a drunk dial of dopamine
wrapped in cardboard promises—
your scent,
a striptease of oregano and lust.

I pull you close—
cheese stretching like a lover
unwilling to part,
tongues tangled
in mozzarella webs
bridging the sacred chasm
between hunger and want.

You drip—
tomato-red and aching,
your sauce stains my fingers
like a crime of passion
I don’t regret.

Your dough,
oh god—your dough—
yields to touch
like skin kept warm beneath blankets,
pliant and rising
to meet me where I melt.

And when it’s over,
I lie there, belly full
and heart undone,
whispering:
one more slice…
then I’ll be good.