Prandial Plaint

My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I love your accent and I love your toes.
I am your slave. One word, and I obey.
But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.

by Vikram Seth

Comments (4)

physical love /////// nice
Infatuation leads to such thinking.........
My favourite favourite ever. Everytime I look at it, I fall in love with it again.
A very amusing comment on what so many mean when they say love. What a world it would be if when lovers said 'I love you, ' they didn't mean 'I own you.' Good work.