Pasta Puttanesca
by linda r. o'connell

Ladies of the Night
They desire to ignite
Those mischievous men
Into their sinful den.
Cooking pots of this sauce
They show who is boss
Erotic taste and smell
Lures them under her spell.
Tantalizing and whorish
He knows he adores it
Seductive and rustic
He can’t help but lust it.
Flavorful and fiery
They make it a priority
He must take a bite
For his lady of the night.
She’s so incredibly hot
Wants to have what he’s got
The garlic ~ full of zest
He just loves ~ how she’s dressed.
So sexy and juicy
Her name might be Lucy
Salty olives and capers
Her ~ steamy vapors.
Come- ons suggestive
He might need a digestive
The anchovies add snap
He gives her a slap.
Tomatoes add zing
She then starts to sing
And calls out his name
He’s liking this game.
His hearty appetite
Seems to her, just right
They romp and they roll
He’s got such control.
They love all night strong
And she plays along
For the money is good
And she knew he would.
She got her wish
She’s named for this dish!