Fabio’s Kitchen

Bitchery member Rosemary sent me the following link, which I totally confess to sighing over as Fabio welcomed me to his kitchen.

I love how he says we can “just talk.” Right. Sure, Fabio.

And if you go in the next room, he’ll ask if you want to cuddle by the fireplace next to what looks like Manticore the Roy-eating tiger.

Plus, you can watch “the tantilizing love story Sprays of her Life…” in Fabio’s refrigerator!

But the best part, as Rosemary pointed out, is the fridge poetry, which Fabio will read to you when you are finished arranging the “magnets.”

Oh my stars and garters, I’m laughing so hard there are tears running down my face. This is even better than when Fabio wanted me to brush my teeth.

Here’s my poem as read by his Fabioness himself:

Fork your sensual head against firm
chocolate butter behind.

Bare Candy taste his private spice oats.

Please, share your sensitive poetry with me – and Fabio! Special note: there is a magnet with the word “Candy” in it, so feel free, as in please please please, make your poem about Candy in some way.