Licking my lips, seeing you there
Lying in the sun next to me
Your crusty skin completely bare
Your immortal taste sets me free
Your shape, greasy in the sunlight
My greedy mind, longing for you
How I wish I could have a bite
With every look, my craving grew
Forcing my hands not to touch you
Far too delightful is your sight
This insistent desire, new
My avid heart, contracting tight
A thrill of anticipation
Your presence, my only lifeline
You shall be my only ration
My sweet little olive, you are mine