Seventy Six

you're salty and satisfying. there in the night when i crave you the most, and there with a drink in the afternoon; you're smooth on my tongue. you're different than most, a tender exterior surrounds a hard innard, a place i only see when i peel away your beautiful Grecian layers. oh, if only i could be your only, your girl, to always taste that olive skin...but sigh, alas, you're a kalamata.