It's also why, I think, that all offices I've been in are obsessed with food. Everyone is always eating, offering food around, going out for lunches, comparing lunchboxes. Since you can't have the one kind of sensory gratification, you overdo the other. I love the poem and the comment. I work in an office one day a week and am highly amused at the equation of food for sex.
People bring in cookies, cake, peanuts, three kinds of candies, etc. etc.
And they sit around looking at each other, nibbling on the candies, sensuously unwrapping the toffees, pouring coffees, all the while looking at each other's physical attributes. And then, five minutes of five, the whole thing collapses.