Spaghettini di Bruto

Al dente:
Smooth.
Taut.
Supple nakedness
bathed
in scarlet mush.

Warm…
You leave a lingering hotness
as you delicately dangle
on excited lips
indulgently savoring
your piquant litheness.

Cold…
You leave a rancid aftertaste,
a greasy tang
on crass tongues
savagely gorging
on your chilled zest.

Luscious.
you lure little boys
to that searing aroma
of your scrumptious
sweet-sour-saltiness...
Your brazen spice.

You torture the palate
with the pleasure of such tender,
fleshy succulence
melting in the mouth
of your craving,
raving punters...

And you fill their scantiness
with your delectable tartness
after a paltry haggle
with the shoddy peddler
vending you
for loose change.
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