A sinful lunch & a little cornershop

I had a sinful lunch. I mean, anything topped off with any kind of ice cream always falls under the 'sinful' category. Particularly if you let it settle. Perhaps though, this is what one should do to set one's verdict on a female companion - take her to a gregarious lunch date :)
And exposing one of my little private secrets to a friend...which I thought would be tough, and it was, but I did. And I think I'm glad I did.
I get a little apprehensive to reveal myself too much. That's what relationships - most if not all - are like, isn't it? They suck things out of you, until you let everything out, then you're left wilting like a drying leaf (I prefer petals; it's a tad more romantic). Then you have this queer logic that if you hold back, restrain yourself, not reveal too much, the relationship may last longer...because there's still juice left to be sucked...

Live, and feast
On my sanguine
Sticky sap.
I see muscles gyrating
I am lending out breaths.
Off! Be off when you’re done!
Make it quick.
My pores are
All stretched out.
Do you know how
Cold it is?
That it creeps in?
Faster.
On to the fresh flesh.
I’ll go back to
The room with a sole red chair,
Drawn blinds and
The tick-tock of the clock.