what..?

i m that last bite
i m the sour cream
the one you always wanted
whell enjoy away
why do you stay
is there someone youd eat instead
i ant believe that look
as if i give offense
the barrior
aint English - i spin balls with technique
nor body language either
but you look at me:
 a backhanded, slaping glance
a pitch
a sound.
 i recoil to in shame
whatever do i do or say
you never let me know
i sit apologizing
until in my arms you flow
whew that was a close one
i ll try to be more careful
but before u no it ive got a scalding pot
im ready to give up now
maybe this trip is over
ready to recede in my own corner
alliteration junkie
on omatopoeia
helpless ly thrown againt the rocks
the surf and the rocky shelf
i feel that my reefs have ended up in vein
none other like you could make me
insayin