Well...... Last night I got home around 9:45 or so..... and I found in my door 2 tupperwares....with my favorite dishes one with home made Manocatti and the another one with Tiramissu.... and a Poem on a piece of Paper with her perfume.....
While we're sitting here and dining, My head enjoys the feast. Your palate is feeling pleasure, And my mind has you complete.
As you enjoy your dinner, Your mouth my tongue explores. I've been underneath the table, As I taste you from the floor.
You sit there in your innocence, Your conversation light. As you sip between your sentences Your juices quench me right.
I'm sitting here and smiling An occasional nod to my head. The least that you're suspecting Is that you have been my bread.
While I am here devouring you My mind has you undressed. My eyes and lips are smiling While my thoughts your thighs caress.
My pulse accelerating If the diners only knew What I have been experiencing, How I have dined on you.
We're approaching dessert now, The culmination time. While you sip your cappuccino, Your body feeds me wine.
The waitress is approaching us; The guest check she has brought. There's a nice tip on the table For my belly full of lust.
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