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 (5)

physical love /////// nice
Infatuation leads to such thinking.........
Man is the slave of the habits. Habits make the man civilised. A civilised man is measured. His business of life is clocked. Rule of business stricktly honored. Love is restricted within the boundary of Night. TRUTH SPOKEN Alas!
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.