table of love

I spread my wares out for you to peruse, to touch and to taste
You come to me with an empty plate in hand
Standing still, mouth agape, eyeing all you see with relish
Trying to decide which delicacy you will delight in without haste
My sweet aroma fills your mind to an intoxicating level
Making you heady with emotion for my sweetest entree
You dive in ever so gently, nibbling here, tasting there
Lingering among the sweet morsels laid out on my table
One by one you consume them all, pressing them between your lips
They burst and leave behind only a trail of ecstasy and bliss
Only the moans of pleasure loud enough for anyone to hear
Delighted in dining on your table of love



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