My Muse Is A Bag Of Lay's

One big handsome bag of Lay’s
looks at me. Entices me.
Even spoke to me. Wants
to spend the night with me.

I don’t know how to deny it -
except - once would never
be enough. If I open that bag,
I will want it all & nothing but.

I will want more. There will be
no sharing. My handsome Lays
will be mine & mine alone.
Rippled edges, perfect form,

pressed close, fragile -
waves of love.



~Sabrina