All Consuming Passion (Adult)

Tantalizing aromas fill the nighttime air Scents that carry on the breeze to my mind While walking to the table to get my share It was to my surprise, which I did find For there on the table, my food on a dish The dish of flesh, as the food sat on top She reclined there supporting making a wish That I would eat my fill and never to stop With a smile I gestured, I’d start with the broth I’d work my way up to the heavenly desserts All the time cleaning my mouth with her cloth To consume then her offerings, to get then my worth As she was the course which I desired the most With wine in our hands, we then made our toast