Su She

her brown skinned body laying atop a table top covered by a white table cloth but she is naked yet dressed as a buffet with delights to eat placed like plates for to be self served my finger tips imitate chop sticks to take the taste of her now noodle hair with seaweed eye brows following further down her cuisine figurine fingering disoriented flavors and spices sipping the saki shot puddling her bellybutton pairing with her pear hips where sit not fig greens but the earthy shiso leaves that by uncovering these find two slices of raw tuna sashimi dripping blow fish soup the deadly delicacy i immediately drink licking her bowl clean liking her sticky rice inner thighs i find no longer fingers but my tongue turning over the table now able to smell pickled ginger and inhaling the heat of wasabi