Banquet for two

Spread before us the leftovers of our resplendent banquet
Homemade linguini, sweet potato pie and cool, crisp cider

Will you be my canvas? My paints will be from our meal
A paste of meat sauce here, a slice of pie smeared there

Then I will kiss, nuzzle, savour you till you giggle, "No more."
I nibble at your full lips; they taste like after dinner mints

Relaxing by fire glow, replete of food, thoughts now of oral delight
My love, 'tis time for dessert, I can smell your fragrant bouquet

Caressing your small, firm cantaloupe like breasts with my tongue
Nipples similiar to tiny puckered juicy sultanas, warm and golden

You are like a liqueur, reminding me of honeysuckle nectar to a bee
Once tasted then I must indulge my yearning, seeking much more

My desire is now to partake fully from your pink lips; a parfait dish
Lick, lap, till you cum, a perfect dish, well served and partaken of