A Feast

I sit before you.
You brought me blindfolded.
“For what?” I whisper.
“A Feast” You say.

A napkin alone drapes my lap.
I smile trustingly.
You lift a morsel to my lips.
“For you.” You say.

Liquid spills into crystal.
You brush my cheek,
And lift the glass.
“Drink.” You, say.

With expectation I wait,
Open to receive from your hand.
To find the meal has taken a turn.
“Desert.” You, say.

You lift your cock to my mouth,
Feeding me your passions.
I take you in.
“Mmmm.” You say.

      I am nourished.