Poets Dozen Ordered

Nervously gazing Across the table he stared Watching my silence My hunger ceasing, As a Poet's Dozen ordered Sipping a glass of wine, Becoming much more forward Now served our dinner, Filling our mouths blind with food Emotions much less suppressed, As its body crepted upon our nerves Us Two To which was bliss Liquid courage approved Twisted our tongues without a Kiss Adjourned