Peanut Butter Lunch Boom

I saw him in the corner -
Lunch time it was,
But what he did to his sandwich
Had my head in a buzz.

I'd been stacking the boring stock
And counting labels for days,
Getting the inventory ready
To start a summer craze.

We worked in a store
That was cheap like us,
But we smiled and had fun -
Our lives were without fuss.

He'd started last spring
As the new security guy,
Looking through a mirror
To watch the patrons buy.

He was cute and kinda tall
In a freckly sort've way.
He wore his jeans tight
And he definitely wasn't gay.

But being cheap like us,
He made his own meals -
Just coffee for breakfast
And mail-order dinner deals.

But lunch was simple -
Just a coke or two,
Bag of chips and a sandwich -
Peanut butter would do.

While he sat in his chair
In the backroom quite alone,
I came to say "Hi,"
But all I could do was moan.

He held his leaky sandwich
On end like a closed book,
But butter ran down the slit
And he gave it a skillful look.

He extended his pink tongue
With the point just so -
And licked the gooey matter
Up and down, to and fro.

He parted the tanned bread -
His mouth licking broad.
I shivered and panted hotly -
For a moment he was my God.

He glanced and asked me something,
But I ran for the ladies room -
For now, my sandwich calls me
For a flicking and a boom.