Lets Talk Over Dinner Lets talk over dinner. Our conversations of elation, our hunger for love relating. Sentences and words filled with nutrients. You give me food for thought. Appetite for passion, hunger pains I gain from being served smaller portions but paying full price for a whole meal. No appetizer to appeal to the growls from within that make me desire a plate of you. Eat up, huh? An entree fit for a King, but the thing is that to him you were a peasant that had a taste so unpleasant. He just put up with your flavor just to curve his appetite. You got comfortable with having the knack of just being a snack, something ready in an instant. Instead of being this rich, flavorful, marinated tender blended with herbs and spices the likes of which Emeril couldnt whip up. Shit, let me tuck in my napkin and grab this fork and knife. Im about to enjoy this meal. Not in a rush to devour, it could take hours to enjoy the flavor of you that you exude. That flavor in the air you smell but can taste, not wasting a morsel or more so, not wasting time to appreciate fine dining but at the same time not making haste. Let me spill some wine love as I poet. (pour it) So make sure you sip these words slow. Although I wouldnt mind if you became love drunk because I never would have thunk that I could satisfy your thirst and you would subside my hunger. Dessert after dinner? You after the meal is through. Youre so sweet that sugar even envies you. Caramel colored sin yet a slice of heaven at the same time, I dont mind being a sinner because I said grace before my first taste. Im proper, so I figured we would converse before I ate. Lets talk over dinner. Our conversations of elation, our hunger for love relating. Sentences and words filled with nutrients. You give me food for thought.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 02:32:36 +0000