- Erotic Poetry
- Lunch Special
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Click hereI imagine you,
napkin set on the table
as you clear space for
the moan of spooning caramel
into your mouth,
cleansing your palette
as she approaches
a little older, more beautiful,
wiser to accommodate your
afternoon fantasies about
dark hair and a nice, round, behind.
You reply quietly,
sit motionless
as she divines the messages
found in glassy eyes,
exhales, and the
burning of tobacco leaves.
Soft as she cradles
your cheek in her hand, she
whispers
in scents of vanilla and sugar
offered as an opiate
to soften the seat of
a hard wooden chair.
The movements are slow,
deliberate and seductive, so as
to make five minutes extend into a reverie
of passion fulfilled and
permission granted.
Staring down
at the glass slipper mounted to
the arm of the chair,
each step softly lower,
she descends her spiral staircase.
Palms down, you touch the
silk of her web
happy to be caught there
in this intimate cocoon
posing still against
the spinning, vibrating
legs, abdomen.
She smiles as she
stares into you as deeply as she can.
As simply as that it is over,
chalked up to another lunch special
on a lonely Friday afternoon.
Three lap dances and a cheeseburger-
$44.95 plus cash tip.
- COMMENTS
sackover 18 years agoThe "moan of spooning caramel" line is a bit awkward, and the build up toward the tag line is arguably too long, but this is cleverly executed otherwise, with a good sarcastic close!
