Smorgasbord

Strawberries drip from her fingers enticing me to sup.

She teases my eyes to the sight of cream as it cascades her silky taunt body forbidding my tongue the pleasures of her own finger as she traces enticingly along it’s path.

Slowly her body arcs from the table to brush my lips wet with want as she pouts her denial. “not yet” .

I listen in envy as the celery stalk’s tattoo echoes again and again in my frustration against her pink flesh.

My hands heavy with desire I reach only to hear her whisper “no” as I watch the olive oil bath her breasts her hands now torment mine as they swell in their need.

Her finger lifts my face as she sits legs bent and open to tease my tongue as she glistens with the sweetness of my addiction. She closes my slack jaw around the bright yellow skin pulling slowly downward to undress the lover she now takes in my place and offers in mock play only to wet my upper lip then forbid me the use of my own tongue.

My eyes fix on her snapping fingers as she points to the tray set before me, she lowers my head as if to bow then squats over my table setting as her fingers open her to me

She serves me rain on a silver platter.