Here is the old
Victorian table
of rich cherry-polished wood
set so nicely
for the afternoon meal
but there will be no conventional
repast today
click of locked door
clink of
utensils
upon the floor
whoosh of cloth napkins
tossed to the side
beauty of inhibitions thrown
in silent
animal pride
come to me
now
I climb on the surface,
So smooth
Let me offer you
some succulent thigh
my roundness is ready
for your consumption
and I need to devour your
deep beauty
the fire in your eyes
let it go right into me
with every bite
move towards me
as I open to you
It is time for this
luscious, tender feast
to be relished
and
consumed