Cheese pleasure she withheld
too amorous in its romantic chuckling
tastebuds befuddled by the accent of the wedge
Cheddar in some grilled cheese fantasy provided with a rarebit of delight
mindful of the Brie mouthful in her sensation of aromatic fondue
crackers dipped in a Gruyere of displeasure
Best cheese Edam-ed – egad it tastes sublime
but she wasn’t having any of the old stuff
whether it reeked or not only the best connoisseur could stomach Stilton
mould on the mind clouded the festive wine drinking mingled with a good Camembert
the indisputable Camelot King of cheeses
condescending into a vat of grated fromage
just didn’t cut the chutney mustard or even the picklest of desire
not an aphrodisiac of sensual longing did it arouse in the frolicking of delectable lust
But the craving for a good melt left her positively salivating at the thought of licking her plate clean before more romantic pursuits
Cheese: the amorous word to die for
but better to savour it live
[This is an Honorable Mention Poem from our Spring 2024 Poetry Contest.]