Soffritto della carne

Manipulation of texture

Oiled calluses against your skin

Relentless in their search

For the sweet spots

Mimicking the forms

Of animal comfort

Relieved of speech

My hands speak to you

Flavoured with the rare ingredient

Of my attention

Reversal of polarity

The crude, natural technology

Of my manipulation

My tongue

My cock

Instruments of my will

Coaxing

Basted in the rich roux of my kisses

Make soffritto from the rich base

Of your flesh and my

Intention

Attention

Let me make a feast of you

Simmer until your juices flow

Sweet, thick and clear,

A vacation from the moment

Dive into the heat of my gifts

I shall feed you

With your own senses