- Sep 20, 2001
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An occasion without a code of mandatory dress
Location: home
Event: dinner for two
Setting: Raindrops rhythmically playing sensual symphonies on rooftops
While harmonious crackling emanates from fireplace
Fragrant candles illuminate buffet
Al Green seduces balancing sensitivity with masculinity
The feast has been sprawled out.
He kneels upon tatami mat to cushion knees
He uncovers served dish
To reveal a delight to carnal senses
Elbows resting upon fabric not of table but of divan
Raised
It rests
Bottom firmly secure within hands for control
Gentle so as to not damage this fragile amber dish
Inhalation, the scent, a salty vapor
Mother always warned not to play with food…but some cuisines are meant for play
Besides, what she’s serving is irresistible
Pursed lips upon rim
Strangely soft and firm
Edging tongue over brim to catch
Spilled brew that overflows
Allowing taste buds the seemingly endless pleasures of this meal…
Mouth reaches humid broth
Reaction is Overactive lips devour with each motion
Consumption occurs with noisy slurps in
A performance of deafening proportions
Ravenously ravaging this aphrodisiacal banquet
Not as a man would but as a famished beast
Only using mouth and hands never utensils (cause that would be just so artificial)
He be caveman-like in his ferocity
Seeming as if he, hasn’t had a fit prey for some time
He takes his fill…
In his greed
He’s childlike
Devouring a favored flavored candy or ice cream treat
Stimulation of the palate
He tips the dish to allow the bubbling liquids to gush
This warm scintillating elixir flows down gullet
He has licked the bowl clean till it remains moist from tongue-lashings
She smiles with elation
Simultaneously she gratifies while being satisfied with her thoughtfully prepared dish
Her only wish
That he asks for seconds upon seconds that form into lengths of days
And that his thirst for the broth would be unquenchable
So that she might enjoy watching him consume over and over and over and over again
Yet he formulates a new recipe of seduction
There is remaining in the bowl a delectable spice
But sweet,
Like a mango seed
Yet the size of a plum pit.
He’s strangely drawn to suck upon it
Using just lips, tongue and (of course) hands that allows him visceral access
He explores this wondrous seasoning with the same wonder and intensity as
Newlyweds set forth to consummate vows taken in spiritual splendor
And he derives the same joys
Who could have thought that dinner for two could be such a phenomenal event?
Yet these have only been the notes on appetizers…
Just wait for the main course followed by dessert.
Nahshon-Rae
Location: home
Event: dinner for two
Setting: Raindrops rhythmically playing sensual symphonies on rooftops
While harmonious crackling emanates from fireplace
Fragrant candles illuminate buffet
Al Green seduces balancing sensitivity with masculinity
The feast has been sprawled out.
He kneels upon tatami mat to cushion knees
He uncovers served dish
To reveal a delight to carnal senses
Elbows resting upon fabric not of table but of divan
Raised
It rests
Bottom firmly secure within hands for control
Gentle so as to not damage this fragile amber dish
Inhalation, the scent, a salty vapor
Mother always warned not to play with food…but some cuisines are meant for play
Besides, what she’s serving is irresistible
Pursed lips upon rim
Strangely soft and firm
Edging tongue over brim to catch
Spilled brew that overflows
Allowing taste buds the seemingly endless pleasures of this meal…
Mouth reaches humid broth
Reaction is Overactive lips devour with each motion
Consumption occurs with noisy slurps in
A performance of deafening proportions
Ravenously ravaging this aphrodisiacal banquet
Not as a man would but as a famished beast
Only using mouth and hands never utensils (cause that would be just so artificial)
He be caveman-like in his ferocity
Seeming as if he, hasn’t had a fit prey for some time
He takes his fill…
In his greed
He’s childlike
Devouring a favored flavored candy or ice cream treat
Stimulation of the palate
He tips the dish to allow the bubbling liquids to gush
This warm scintillating elixir flows down gullet
He has licked the bowl clean till it remains moist from tongue-lashings
She smiles with elation
Simultaneously she gratifies while being satisfied with her thoughtfully prepared dish
Her only wish
That he asks for seconds upon seconds that form into lengths of days
And that his thirst for the broth would be unquenchable
So that she might enjoy watching him consume over and over and over and over again
Yet he formulates a new recipe of seduction
There is remaining in the bowl a delectable spice
But sweet,
Like a mango seed
Yet the size of a plum pit.
He’s strangely drawn to suck upon it
Using just lips, tongue and (of course) hands that allows him visceral access
He explores this wondrous seasoning with the same wonder and intensity as
Newlyweds set forth to consummate vows taken in spiritual splendor
And he derives the same joys
Who could have thought that dinner for two could be such a phenomenal event?
Yet these have only been the notes on appetizers…
Just wait for the main course followed by dessert.
Nahshon-Rae