A Meal Sharing

Chewing, chewing, chewing
A lonely night eschewing
Dew over tongue issuing
As I think, "What next worth doing?"

A petal comes next I settle
And nip its length to pedal
Her heart to me, so I meddle.
With a body quite worth it's mettle.

A bite, a lick, cut to her quick
She moans and tells me a trick.
"Add another to where I'm slick."
And my fingers begin to flick.

A fine meal's great appeal
Starts as juices congeal.
Your sense it does steal.
This is like that deal.

But no stable at the table
No fish or fruit are able
To compete with this fable…
This dish without label.

Smiles she down at me
As I lay by her knee.
I wish she could see
What my mind does agree

Is the penultimate best-
Head back, heaving chest
Wet, longing address
Where my mouth can rest.

"Sated?" A quiet nod.
I crawl upon her bod.
Our breasts do meet. A quad
Of teats complete, not odd.

Not curt, her kiss quite pert
My back the skies avert
As lay I must invert.
Her turn to dine, not hurt.

With a swish, coquettish,
Down she moves. And I wish
As her tongue fits my niche
And eats so fine a dish.