Pizza

Your scent announces you before my doorbell even rings. I grin with anticipation knowing soon you will be here with me again. I carry you over the threshold and seat you in my parlour then I return to pay your chauffeur, A comfortable routine as this is a dance we have done many times. I return to join you and discover you still wear your wrap. My gentle and experienced fingers work quickly to expose all your tender goodness. My breath is taken away by just how hot you are. I wait a moment to allow both of us to cool down. I unhurriedly take one of your fingers and bring it close to my lips Remembering your sauciness at our last encounter and daring to hope to sample it again. Finally I bring you into my mouth and get my first taste of you this evening My hunger for you is exquisite and a moan escapes me. But something isn't right. You are not the same. I am suspicious, and before I continue, I take a good long look at you. There is a flaw in your beauty. They forgot the onions again!