Pass the Ketchup

oh hello, you.

your skin is such a lovely gold-brown

undoubtedly arrived at after just the right amount of time

laying evenly under glowing heat

and your shape! it’s as if you were carved out

with a delicate little knife to be plump in all the right places

and you look so damn good in red, like the perfect lipstick

that slides across slightly parted lips

simultaneously sweet and seductive and oh so pretty

and you smell so good, so

enticing but when are you not?

i’ll take you whenever i can get you darling

breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight with the munchies—it doesn’t matter

i’ll eat you up like the scrumptious little tater tot that you are.