Stop objectifying chicken tikka.

Porn

for the stomach

Orgasm

for the soul

masala mayhem ensues.

 

A creamy layer of coconut and almonds

topples on top of chicken chunks

and lips are licked

while throats yawn open

like snapping crocodiles.

 

In and out

feeding frenzy

bite and swallow

love at first sight.

 

Indian food, will you marry me?

so I can plant a sloppy kiss on your spiced cheek

and live happily ever after

in one big billowing poppadom orgy.

 

Chutney smothering my chops

Naan bitten and torn

ripped and ravaged,

undressed, unpeeled

on our first night together.

 

Porn

for the stomach

Orgasm

for the soul

my ever-lasting love affair

with chicken tikka masala.