|Tiramisu During A Commercial Break|
Vermilion lobster in butter
melted in my mouth
along with the grilled vegetables,
Vichy.ssoise and smoked trout.
Sweet and succulent flavors
crowded out my thoughts
when I lavished my attention
on the delicious tiramisu and my glass of asti spumonte.
"Now that's our show for today. Thanks for watching.",
he says to the camera and then me.
He sends me a michievious smile my way
and sexily sticks a finger in my dessert.
"Kiss me, honey. You're the main course of this most perfect meal."
I regarded him for a second with the same hungry eyes he'd flashed at me.
Before I could speak,
he traced my mouth with the tiramisu
and kissed me with such a fury
that I was mesmerized beyond belief.
He handed me back my plate of tiramisu
and dismissed the film crew
and then we were alone.
"Honey, let me give you something to accompany your dessert.
Just close your eyes."
I ate the tiramisu with closed eyes
and felt his hands under my dress gliding up the sides of my thighs.
His touch was electric
and his tongue moved euphorically in and out of my sugar jar.
And when he can tell that I'm losing my mind,
he stands up and knocks the dishes off the table
and onto the floor.
And soon to join them are our clothes
and so we feast upon each other late into the night.
We cradle each other even before the sun rises.
And after, we wake up on the floor covered with the velour table cloth.
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