As I share a meal with my family
I sit in an almost drunken state
My body is present but my mind wanders with thoughts of you
I lift the fork to my lips
And wonder if anyone around me notices
The smile turning up the corners of my mouth
To them it must look like my fare is exceptional
I am thankful they cannot read my mind
Because as the fork enters my mouth and presses against my tongue
I think of your tongue pressing against mine
When my taste buds water at that first bite
I grow wet between my thighs
And wonder if anyone will notice
Or be able to see
How even when you are absent
My body responds to you
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