Missed Deliciousness

Oh,  how I wish...
That missed deliciousness,
Of that first taste...
To experience a banana split.
I could not then ever imagine it,
That years would go...
And I still will be left to crave,
Three scoops of ice cream.
Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry.
Topped with whipped homemade cream.
Walnuts and a cherry.
More than anything to want,
To satisfy a dream!

'I thought you said,
I had been that dream...
You most wanted to come true.'

'Yeah I did and you were.
But I also remember,
We were both high as kites.
Smoking weed and drinking wine.
Then we both had the munchies.
And then...
On TV we saw,
This smiling banana split.
With our names on it.
To make us forget,
About our commitment to have sex.
And...
Remember how quickly we got dressed?
To forget the sex?'

'Yeah,
I remember that.
But...
That was years ago.'

'I know.
And that first time,
To attempt to repeat...
That same satisfaction,
Can never come back...
Like that again.'

'So...
Why are you craving,
A need you admit...
Will never be like the first time having it?'

'I'm talking about the banana split!
Sex?
Once to have it,
Is no different than a work of art.
When you're done with it,
To know when it us finished.
Repeating it more becomes a routine.
Losing its originality.
Attempting to recapture,
The first lustful taste...
That never seems to fade and go away.'

'Oh?
So what to me are you actually saying?'

'Tonight?'

'That's right, tonight!'

'Tonight?
I have a headache.
Although I will admit,
If you were a banana split...
My tongue would be all over you.'

'We do have chocolate syrup.
And what's left of the whipped cream.'

'I said...
If you were a banana split.
Go to sleep.
And stay on your side of the bed!'

'What kind of lover are you?'

'A lover with a headache in need of rest!
I'll make it up to you,
Before the end of the month.
And that's a promise.'

'Oh how I anticipate the moment.'