You are joking, but the Aston branch of the Risotto Poetry Appreciation Society are a really passionate bunch... probably a little too passionate, in fact.
The fella in the picture throwing a punch actually published this little gem in the Society's monthly magazine about his mate's girlfriend, hence the carnage...
And he feeds her
Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips, it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues.
Eyes widen over the candlelit table, and he thinks about giving her sons.
Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls, mouthfuls devoured in anticipation, he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust and she thinks about sensual elation.
Chargrilled sardines stare eyes from their plates. She plucks them away, eating them whole, one by one.
His leg quivers tremulously under the table, her sweetness burning like African suns
Creamy creme brulee drips from their spoons, slipping down their throats, placating their hunger.
He presses his appetite firmly to hers, her thighs drawing him in to taste erotic thunder.