Taste is everything. The intellectual, the sensory, the subliminal. To flavour, savour, sample, discern. Different to the individual, equal for us all. We are the same in that we are not.
Bound by the urgent drives that keep us alive, food and sex are the eternal; language serving as the celebrant for their millennium-long marriage. The right language, redolent with sensuality, rhythm, scent, and technique, functions as the crucial yoke between the two. A moment to say it all, or an opportunity to let our bodies do the talking. Both deeds laden with pleasure, their words as the foreplay. Pick them apart, put them back together. Food and sex will always be one.
Food and sex as literal
Her skin was like milk, her cheeks like ripening peaches; her lips,…