A La Carte

The meal was served a la carte
Or more precisely sur l'anatomie
Wondrous titbits scattered across soft flesh
Waiting for My ravenous mouth to bite
Incising
Scrapping across epidermis
As each morsel
Was consumed.

Cold meats
Cheese
And fresh salads
Halved quartered and sliced
Laying in colorful patches
On belly
Between breasts
Over your throat
With condiment
Salt pepper mustard oil
Carefully placed in containers
Supplied
By your magical orifices.

I dipped tiny carrots
Freshly picked and cleaned
Deep in your vulva
Collecting dressing
Flavored with your passion
Carefully tasting such holy oil
The discharge of your velvet inner walls
So submissively provided
By your caring womb.

Tiny slivers of beef
Sweetly flavored
Laying in fine array around your navel
With a mustard
A piquant Français
Ready to dip and luxuriantly lick
From that perfect innie
Begging for the attention
Visual and oral
That such wonderful knotting deserves.

Intoxicating scent
Rising from your loins to tempt Me
Saliva coating My tongue and lips in expectation
Wishing to harvest the wild honey dripping there
Eventually I must relent
Position Myself between your gaping thighs
And bending at the waist
Bury My face in your velvet
To drink
Like a man possessed
Of eternal unquenchable thirst.

Finally I stir the pot
The vanilla one
A perfect orifice
But acceptable
Allowed
Even by the Romans
But next
Oh magical sphincter
Tight and devilishly wicked
Demons spawning ground
And real delight
Subjugatingly penetrated
Owning totally