I’m not jealous <br />But I know what I saw. <br />It all started last night <br />At the restaurant, <br />I caught you <br />Eyeing up the spaghetti, <br />A smile spreading <br />Over your expectant face. <br />You flirted, <br />You definitely flirted, <br />Giving her an extra twist <br />Of your fork <br />As you raised her <br />To your lips, <br />Those rose-red luscious lips <br />That should be <br />Reserved for me. <br />And then she did it. <br />The brazen hussy <br />Right there in front of me, <br />She dribbled down your chin! <br />I grabbed my napkin <br />And wiped her away <br />Before you were tempted <br />To lick her up yourself. <br />And then <br />While I was <br />Getting a grip on myself again <br />The steak <br />The wanton whore <br />Started oozing her juices <br />All over your fork. <br />Is there no shame? <br />Later <br />Just when I thought <br />It was all over <br />And you were <br />Gazing into my eyes <br />And whispering sweet nothings <br />I spied you <br />Fondling the wine glass, <br />Running your finger <br />Around her rim, <br />Absentmindedly <br />Caressing her curves. <br />You faithless mate. <br />Enough <br />I could take no more <br />And not risking <br />The seduction <br />Of the Italian espresso <br />I whisked you home <br />To claim you <br />As my own.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jealousy-32/
