Nooner

Hurried lover, pause and taste
what's on the tray I've proffered.
'Tis something simple, offered
to slow you down, Haste,
though graceful, makes waste
and I want you to savour
every simple nuance in flavour
of the succulent treat. Baste
my heart, (that I've kept chaste),
in savoury emotion off your tongue.
Sample this while we're yet young
and all our races not yet raced.
Hurried lover, pause and taste
this dish, that lust cooked up in haste.