Appetite

I try to keep her placated
Money, jewels and foreign lands
She concedes that I am quite enough
To feed her growing appetite

She prefers to eat me fried
Dine on my breaded, steaming flesh
Claims that I am a man of taste
But still adds another dash of salt

She enjoys my remarks as she samples
Hears my assertions from the plate
Then swallows me, every scrap
And adores the succulent flavor

My nutrients course through her blood
And nourish her, my sweet treasure
She is convinced that she will thrive
And so she will, with my pleasure.